My Center Is Giving Way, My Right

The Laurels Of Victory Are At The Point Of The Enemy Bayonets. They Must Be Plucked There; They Must Be Carried By A Hand-to-hand Fight If One Really Means To Conquer.

A Battle Won Is A Battle Which We Will Not Acknowledge To Be Lost.

Every Manoeuvre Must Be The Development Of A Scheme; It Must Aim At A Goal.

Aviation Is Fine As A Sport. But As An Instrument Of War, It Is Worthless.

The Distribution Of Troops Devoted To The Defence Of A Place Includes A Garrison, An Occupying Force, Numerically As Weak As Possible; A Reserve As Strong As Possible, Designed For Counterattacking And For Providing Itself, At The Moment It Goes Into Action, With A Security Service Which Will Guard It From Any Possible Surprise.