The art of war teaches us to rely not on the likelihood of the enemy's not coming, but on our own readiness to receive him; not on the chance of his not attacking, but rather on the fact that we have made our position unassailable.

It is only the enlightened ruler and the wise general who will use the highest intelligence of the army for the purposes of spying, and thereby they achieve great results.

All men can see these tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved.

Thus, what is of supreme importance in war is to attack the enemy's strategy.

As long as you don't make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that's condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.

I am certain that I speak on behalf of my entire nation when I say: September 11th we are all Americans - in grief, as in defiance.

WWI is a romantic war, in all senses of the word. An entire generation of men and women left the comforts of Edwardian life to travel bravely, and sometimes even jauntily, to almost certain death. At the very least, any story or novel about WWI is about innocence shattered in the face of experience.

This country is being managed to death, being public related to death.