War is the unfolding of miscalculations.
History is the unfolding of miscalculation.
Honor wears different coats to different eyes.
Nothing sickens me more than the closed door of a library.
To a historian libraries are food, shelter, and even muse.
Dead battles, like dead generals, hold the military mind in their dead grip.
Nothing so comforts the military mind as the maxim of a great but dead general.
Every successful revolution puts on in time the robes of the tyrant it has deposed.
To put away one's own original thoughts in order to take up a book is a sin against the Holy Ghost.