...as man under pressure tends to give in to physical and intellectual weakness, only great strength of will can lead to the objective.

The enemy of a good plan is the dream of a perfect plan.

War is not an independent phenomenon, but the continuation of politics by different means.

No one starts a war--or rather, no one in his sense ought to do so--without first being clear in his mind what he intends to achieve by the war and how he intends to conduct it.

To secure peace is to prepare for war.

Tactics is the art of using troops in battle; strategy is the art of using battles to win the war

Pursue one great decisive aim with force and determination.

To achieve victory we must mass our forces at the hub of all power & movement. The enemy's 'Center of Gravity'

It is even better to act quickly and err than to hesitate until the time of action is past.

Be audacious and cunning in your plans, firm and persevering in their execution, determined to find a glorious end.

Criticism exists only to recognize the truth, not to act as judge.

Start seeing yourself as God sees you, see yourself through God’s eyes

Hidden by diaphanous clouds of mist and fog floating gracefully over vales of heather and flowing runnels, she began to dance.

I don't have a great nostalgia for the past.

We have to be successful at the cutting-edge industries of the future like Twitter. But we also have always been a country that makes stuff.

The subject of a novel is not the plot. Who remembers what happened to Lucien de Rebempre in the end?

The divorced person is like a man with a black patch over one eye: he looks rather dashing but the fact is that he has been through a maiming experience.

Cubism is ... a picture for its own sake. Literary Cubism does the same thing in literature, using reality merely as a means and not as an end.

Everyone has a temper. A temper is an emotion.

A person may have no relatives anywhere, but Mahamaya may make him keep a cat and thus make him worldly. This is how She plays!

Your twisting is done--you have the last thread of my heart. I wonder: when the thread grows slack, will you feel it?