My Duty Is To Obey Orders.

Duty Is Ours; Consequences Are God's.

I Yield To No Man In Sympathy For The Gallant Men Under My Command; But I Am Obliged To Sweat Them Tonight, So That I May Save Their Blood Tomorrow.

What Is Life Without Honor? Degradation Is Worse Than Death.

War Means Fighting. The Business Of The Soldier Is To Fight. Armies Are Not Called Out To Dig Trenches, To Throw Up Breastworks, To Live In Camps, But To Find The Enemy And Strike Him; To Invade His Country, And Do Him All Possible Damage In The Shortest Possible Time. This Will Involve Great Destruction Of Life And Property While It Lasts; But Such A War Will Of Necessity Be Of Brief Continuance, And So Would Be An Economy Of Life And Property In The End.

If Officers Desire To Have Control Over Their Commands, They Must Remain Habitually With Them, Industriously Attend To Their Instruction And Comfort, And In Battle Lead Them Well.