The devil doesn't come to you with his red face and horns; he comes to you disguised as everything you've ever wanted. - Anon., from Facebook.
"Here is mounted the charge, the thing as old as warfare itself, that either overwhelms the defense and wins the battle, or is broken and brings on defeat. How much less forbidding might have been that avenue of death that I was about to cross had there been some wholly irrational shout — like “Vive l’Empereur,” or “The Marine Corps Forever!” — rather than that educated voice which said in a sang-froid that was all at odds with the event, “Well, it’s our turn, now.”" -Robert Leckie, Helmet for My Pillow