Next to a battle lost, the greatest misery is a battle gained.

I have got an infamous army, very weak and ill-equipped, and a very inexperienced staff.

Extra interest signifies extra risk.

I hate the whole race. There is no believing a word they say, your professional poets, I mean there never existed a more worthless set than Byron and his friends for example.

God deliver me from my friends! I'll take care of my enemies myself.

I see no reason to suppose these machines will ever force themselves into general use.

Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.