Happy Are The Painters, For They Shall

I Know Of No Case Where A Man Added To His Dignity By Standing On It.

We Proceeded Systematically, Village By Village And We Destroyed The Houses, Filled Up The Wells, Blew Down The Towers, Cut Down The Shady Trees, Burned The Crops And Broke The Reservoirs In Punitive Devastation.

War Is Mainly A Catalogue Of Blunders.

A Medal Glitters, But It Also Casts A Shadow.

We Must Learn From Misfortune The Means Of Future Strength.