We have a very daring and skillful opponent against us, and, may I say across the havoc of war, a great general.

Nothing is more dangerous in wartime than to live in the temperamental atmosphere of a Gallup Poll, always feeling one's pulse and taking one's temperature.

They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds.

This truth may be unfashionable, unpalatable, no doubt unpopular, but, if it is the truth, the story of mankind shows that war was universal and unceasing for millions of years before armaments were invented or armies organized. Indeed, the lucid intervals of peace and order only occurred in human history after armaments in the hands of strong governments have come into being, and civilization in every age has been nursed only in cradles guarded by superior weapons and superior discipline.

Here was a place where real things were going on. Here was a scene of vital action. Here was a place where anything might happen. Here was a place where something would certainly happen. Here I might leave my bones.

Indomitable in retreat, invincible in advance; insufferable in victory.

At the depths of that dusty soul there is nothing but abject surrender.