One Must Be A Little

The Way Of The World Is To Make Laws, But Follow Custom.

He Who Would Teach Men To Die Would Teach Them To Live.

It's Not Victory If It Doesn't End The War.

We Commend A Horse For His Strength, And Sureness Of Foot, And Not For His Rich Caparisons; A Greyhound For His Share Of Heels, Not For His Fine Collar; A Hawk For Her Wing, Not For Her Jesses And Bells. Why, In Like Manner, Do We Not Value A Man For What Is Properly His Own? He Has A Great Train, A Beautiful Palace, So Much Credit, So Many Thousand Pounds A Year, And All These Are About Him, But Not In Him.

The Shortest Way To Arrive At Glory Would Be To Do That For Conscience Which We Do For Glory.