The Mind Of A General Ought To

My Mind Is A Chest Of Drawers. When I Wish To Deal With A Subject, I Shut All The Drawers But The One In Which The Subject Is To Be Found. When I Am Wearied, I Shut All The Drawers And Go To Sleep.

War Is A Lottery In Which Nations Ought To Risk Nothing But Small Amounts.

Flatterers And Men Of Learning Do Not Accord Well With Each Other.

The Admiral Needs Only One Science, That Of Navigation. The General Needs All The Sciences.

After Making A Mistake Or Suffering A Misfortune, The Man Of Genius Always Gets Back On His Feet.