The Desert Is An Ocean In Which

Mankind Has Had Ten-thousand Years Of Experience At Fighting And If We Must Fight, We Have No Excuse For Not Fighting Well.

He Feared His Maturity As It Grew Upon Him With Its Ripe Thought, Its Skill, Its Finished Art; Yet Which Lacked The Poetry Of Boyhood To Make Living A Full End Of Life.

Nine-tenths Of Tactics Are Certain, And Taught In Books: But The Irrational Tenth Is Like The Kingfisher Flashing Across The Pool, And That Is The Test Of Generals.

All Men Dream, But Not Equally. Those Who Dream By Night In The Dusty Recesses Of Their Minds, Wake In The Day To Find That It Was Vanity: But The Dreamers Of The Day Are Dangerous Men, For They May Act On Their Dreams With Open Eyes, To Make Them Possible.

In Peace-armies Discipline Meant The Hunt, Not Of An Average But Of An Absolute; The Hundred Per Cent Standard In Which The Ninety-nine Were Played Down To The Level Of The Weakest Man On Parade.... The Deeper The Discipline, The Lower Was The Individual Excellence; Also The More Sure The Performance.