“A man may hate cruelty and lies, but if he’s never given an opportunity to show what he’s made of, no one will remember him when he dies.”

Most of us are always trying to increase our wealth, but you and your officers seem far more concerned with perfecting your souls.

Your game is to attack on whichever flank you can best conceal your advance, or, still better, on both flanks simultaneously.

When a horse wants to display himself, he lifts his neck up high and flexes his poll haughtily, and picks his legs up freely, and keeps his tail up.

And even as you’re working to ensure the health of your army, you must remember to take care of your own.

Nothing that is really good and admirable is granted by the gods to men without some effort and application.

Men, the enemy troops you can see are all that stands between us and the place we have for so long been determined to reach. We must find a way to eat them alive!

Moderation in all things healthful; total abstinence from all things harmful.

He who marries a beautiful woman in hopes of being happy with her knows not but that even she herself may be the cause of all his uneasinesses.

The man who doesn’t know his own ability is ignorant of himself.

In my experience, men who respond to good fortune with modesty and kindness are harder to find than those who face adversity with courage.

Anything forced is not beautiful.

Excess of grief for the dead is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

Let Your Tools Be Equal to the Task.

Whether in industry or in politics, leaders should be building a new, more flexible order for the imperiled generations to come.

We’re all going to die, but does that mean we have to be buried alive?

It is no disgrace but honorable rather to steal, except such things as the law forbids.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling & laughing.

A greater persecution shall befall the Christian Church than has ever been in Africa, and will last until the year 1792, when there will be a revision of centuries.

We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.

Tomorrow at sunrise I shall no longer be here.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.

There is no more desire to live past one’s time than to die before it.

The age of hairsplitting Jewish intellectualism is dead. The past lies in flames.

Do not use poisonous words against anyone, for words wound more fatally than even arrows.