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

If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors.

War is the only game in which both sides lose.

And better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.

Whose lenient sorrows find relief, whose joys are chastened by their grief.

A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.