On Becoming Soldiers We Have Not Ceased

I Was By Birth A Gentleman, Living Neither In Any Considerable Height Nor Yet In Obscurity.

No One Rises So High As He Who Knows Not Whither He Is Going.

He Who Ceases To Be Better, Ceases To Be Good.

A Man Never Rises Higher Than When He Does Not Know Whither His Path Can Still Lead Him.

Make The Iron Hot By Striking It.