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.

My heart is broken by the terrible loss I have sustained in my old friends and companions and my poor soldiers. Believe me, nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won.

Wise people learn when they can; fools learn when they must.

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

Next to a lost battle, nothing is so sad as a battle that has been won.

The British soldiers are fellows who have all enlisted for drink. That is the plain fact - they have all enlisted for drink.

Always get over heavy ground as lightly as you can.