come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.

O, what a tangled web we weave when first we practise to deceive!

The half hour between waking and rising has all my life proved propitious to any task which was exercising my invention... It was always when I first opened my eyes that the desired ideas thronged upon me.

"Charge, Chester, charge! on, Stanley, on!" Were the last words of Marmion.

Tears are the softening showers which cause the seed of heaven to spring up in the human heart.

War is the only game in which both sides lose.