You're Never Beaten Until You Admit It

A Man Must Know His Destiny. If He Does Not Recognize It, Then He Is Lost.

For Over A Thousand Years Roman Conquerors Returning From The Wars Enjoyed The Honor Of Triumph, A Tumultuous Parade. In The Procession Came Trumpeteers, Musicians And Strange Animals From Conquered Territories, Together With Carts Laden With Treasure And Captured Armaments. The Conquerors Rode In A Triumphal Chariot, The Dazed Prisoners Walking In Chains Before Him. Sometimes His Children Robed In White Stood With Him In The Chariot Or Rode The Trace Horses. A Slave Stood Behind The Conqueror Holding A Golden Crown And Whispering In His Ear A Warning: That All Glory Is Fleeting.

There Is Only One Sort Of Discipline, Perfect Discipline.

A Civil Servant Is Sometimes Like A Broken Cannon - It Won't Work And You Can't Fire It.

I Do Not Have To Tell You Who Won The War. You Know, The Artillery Did.