Our army is composed of the scum of the earth - the mere scum of the earth.

The only thing that they can be relied on to do is to gallop too far and too fast.

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

As Lord Chesterfield said of the generals of his day, 'I only hope that when the enemy reads the list of their names, he trembles as I do.

All the business of war, and indeed all the business of life, is to endeavour to find out what you don't know by what you do; that's what I called 'guess what was at the other side of the hill'.

What masks are these uniforms to hide cowards!

Habit is ten times nature.