For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeteers, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children robed in white stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.

Do your duty as you see it, and damn the consequences.

Say what you mean and mean what you say.

If you go into a battle, it's better to win the first time.

Lack of orders is no excuse for inaction.

The publicity I have been getting, a good deal of which is untrue, and the rest of it ill considered, has done me more harm than good.

Give me an Army of West Point graduates and I'll win a battle... Give me a handful of Texas Aggies and I'll win a war.