I May Be Accused Or

The Battlefield Is A Scene Of Constant Chaos. The Winner Will Be The One Who Controls That Chaos, Both His Own And The Enemies.

It Is A Mistake, Too, To Say That The Face Is The Mirror Of The Soul. The Truth Is, Men Are Very Hard To Know, And Yet, Not To Be Deceived, We Must Judge Them By Their Present Actions, But For The Present Only.

One Might As Well Try To Charge Through A Wall.

God Is On The Side With The Best Artillery

When I Want Any, Good Head Work Done; I Always Choose A Man, If Possible With A Long Nose.