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This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

Take Time To Deliberate, But When The Time For Action Has Arrived, Stop Thinking And Go In.

An Army Must Have But One Line Of Operations. This Must Be Maintained With Care And Abandoned Only For Major Reasons.

When You Have An Enemy In Your Power, Deprive Him Of The Means Of Ever Injuring You.

What Are The Conditions That Make For The Superiority Of An Army? Its Internal Organization, Military Habits In Officers And Men, The Confidence Of Each In Themselves; That Is To Say, Bravery, Patience, And All That Is Contained In The Idea Of Moral Means.