History Is A Myth That

I Wish I Could Take A Raincheck On June 18.1815

He, Who Practices Right, But In The Hope Of Acquiring Great Renown, Is Very Near To Vice.

America Is A Fortunate Country. She Grows By The Follies Of Our European Nations.

Every Private In The French Army Carries A Field Marshall Wand In His Knapsack.

Mankind Are In The End Always Governed By Superiority Of Intellectual Faculties, And None Are More Sensible Of This Than The Military Profession. When, On My Return From Italy, I Assumed The Dress Of The Institute, And Associated With Men Of Science, I Knew What I Was Doing: I Was Sure Of Not Being Misunderstood By The Lowest Drummer Boy In The Army.