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.
George S. PattonIt is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
George S. PattonCompared to war, all other forms of human endeavor shrink to insignificance. God help me, I do love it so.
George S. PattonI don't measure a man's success by how high he climbs but how high he bounces when he hits bottom.
George S. Patton