Without discipline the Army would just be a bunch of guys wearing the same color clothing.

Basically all they have right now is the clothes on their back. All their Christmas stuff was in there. Everything. Looks like the house is going to be totally destroyed. They're not going to have anything left.

There are no friends in wartime.

Spontaneity has its time and its place.

Perhaps we should never procure a new suit, however ragged or dirty the old, until we have so conducted or enterprised or sailed in some way, that we feel like new men in the old, and that to retain it would be like keeping new wine in old bottles.

It would have been miserable for them, ... It was wet, the roof leaked, they couldn't keep their clothes dry.