The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him, so therefore; Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man. As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears, then imitate the action of the tiger; Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood and appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak, disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage ... Know your enemy, and know yourself, and you can fight a hundred battles without disaster.