I Cannot Prevent The French From Being

In The Tumult Of Great Events, Solitude Was What I Hoped For. Now It Is What I Love. How Is It Possible To Be Contented With Anything Else When One Has Come Face To Face With History?

It Is Not Tolerable, It Is Not Possible, That From So Much Death, So Much Sacrifice And Ruin, So Much Heroism, A Greater And Better Humanity Shall Not Emerge.

Only Peril Can Bring The French Together. One Can't Impose Unity Out Of The Blue On A Country That Has 265 Different Kinds Of Cheese.

Victory Often Goes To The Army That Makes The Least Mistakes, Not The Most Brilliant Plans.

In War, The Policy Of Least Exertion Always Risks Being Paid For Dearly.