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In War, Three-quarters Turns On Personal Character And Relations; The Balance Of Manpower And Materials Counts Only For The Remaining Quarter.

War Is Like Government, A Matter Of Tact.

Until Then, Mio Dolce Amor, A Thousand Kisses; But Give Me None In Return, For They Set My Blood On Fire.

A Man Is Known By His Conduct To His Wife, To His Family, And To Those Under Him.

The Bullet That Will Kill Me Is Not Yet Cast.