Politics is the womb in which war develops - where its outlines already exist in their hidden rudimentary form, like the characteristics of living creatures in their embryos.

There are times when the utmost daring is the height of wisdom.

Intelligence alone is not courage, we often see that the most intelligent people are irresolute. Since in the rush of events a man is governed by feelings rather than by thought, the intellect needs to arouse the quality of courage, which then supports and sustains it in action.

Only the element of chance is needed to make war a gamble, and that element is never absent.

All action takes place, so to speak, in a kind of twilight, which like a fog or moonlight, often tends to make things seem grotesque and larger than they really are.

Every age has its own kind of war, its own limiting conditions and its own peculiar preconceptions.

The Conqueror is always a lover of peace: he would prefer to take over our country unopposed.