Medicine Is A Collection Of Uncertain Prescriptions,

Give Me Enough Ribbons To Place On The Tunics Of My Soldiers And I Can Conquer The World.

Independence, Like Honor, Is A Rocky Island, Without A Beach.

An Army Travels On Its Stomach. Soup Makes The Soldier.

A Well-composed Song Strikes The Mind And Softens The Feelings, And Produces A Greater Effect Than A Moral Work, Which Convinces Our Reason, But Does Not Warm Our Feelings, Nor Effect The Slightest Alteration In Our Habits

The Nature Of Christ Is, I Grant It, From One End To Another, A Web Of Mysteries; But This Mysteriousness Does Not Correspond To The Difficulties Which All Existence Contains. Let It Be Rejected, And The Whole World Is An Enigma; Let It Be Accepted, And We Possess A Wonderful Explanation Of The History Of Man.