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

The only true rule for cavalry is to follow the enemy as long as he retreats.

Our God was my shield. His protecting care is an additional cause for gratitude.

We are all but instruments of God.

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.

I like liquor - its taste and its effects - and that is just the reason why I never drink it.

Who could not conquer with such troops as these?