An Army Travels On Its Stomach. Soup

Vengeance Has No Foresight.

My Generals Are A Parcel Of Post Inspectors.

In A Narrow Sphere Great Men Are Blunderers.

There Is No Man More Pusillanimous Than I When I Am Planning A Campaign. I Purposely Exaggerate All The Dangers And All The Calamities That The Circumstances Make Possible. I Am In A Thoroughly Painful State Of Agitation. This Does Not Keep Me From Looking Quite Serene In Front Of My Entourage; I Am Like An Unmarried Girl Laboring With Child. Once I Have Made Up My Mind, Everything Is Forgotten Except What Leads To Success.

Providence Is Always On The Side Of The Last Reserve.