In War, Moral Factors Acount For Three

War Is Cruel To The People, And Terrible To The Conquered.

Die Young, And I Shall Accept Your Death-but Not If You Have Lived Without Glory, Without Being Useful To Your Country, Without Leaving A Trace Of Your Existence: For That Is Not To Have Lived At All.

Send Me 300 Francs; That Sum Will Enable Me To Go To Paris. There, At Least, One Can Cut A Figure And Surmount Obstacles. Everything Tells Me I Shall Succeed. Will You Prevent Me From Doing So For The Want Of 100 Crowns?

Wherever Wood Can Swim, There I Am Sure To Find This Flag Of England.

History Paints The Human Heart.