Under divine blessing, we must rely on the bayonet when firearms cannot be furnished

I want my army to be an army of the living God.

I am more afraid of King Alcohol than of all the bullets of the enemy.

It is painful enough to discover with what unconcern they speak of war and threaten it. They do not know its horrors. I have seen enough of it to make me look upon it as the sum of all evils.

Press on, press on, men.

Then, Sir, we will give them the bayonet!

War means fighting. The business of the soldier is to fight. ... To move swiftly, strike vigorously, and secure all the fruits of victory is the secret of successful war.