An army travels on its stomach. Soup makes the soldier.

Anarchy is the stepping stone to absolute power.

From triumph to downfall there is but one step. I have noted that, in the most momentous occasions, mere nothings have always decided the outcome of the greatest events.

America is a fortunate country. She grows by the follies of our European nations.

My dominion ends where that of conscience begins.

To be believed make the truth unbelievable.

Mankind are in the end always governed by superiority of intellectual faculties, and none are more sensible of this than the military profession. When, on my return from Italy, I assumed the dress of the Institute, and associated with men of science, I knew what I was doing: I was sure of not being misunderstood by the lowest drummer boy in the army.