An Army Marches On Its Stomach.

Public Opinion Is A Mysterious And Invisible Power, To Which Everything Must Yield. There Is Nothing More Fickle, More Vague, Or More Powerful; Yet Capricious As It Is, It Is Nevertheless Much More Often True, Reasonable, And Just, Than We Imagine.

A Man Becomes The Creature Of His Uniform.

The Hand That Gives Is Among The Hand That Takes. Money Has No Fatherland, Financiers Are Without Patriotism And Without Decency, Their Sole Object Is Gain.

War Must Be Made As Intense And Awful As Possible In Order To Make It Short, And Thus To Diminish Its Horrors.

Time Is The Great Art Of Man.