If The Earth Were A Single State,

As For Me, To Love You Alone, To Make You Happy, To Do Nothing Which Would Contradict Your Wishes, This Is My Destiny And The Meaning Of My Life.

This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

Pure Politics Is Merely The Calculus Of Combinations And Of Chances.

The Reason Most People Fail Instead Of Succeed Is They Trade What They Want Most For What They Want At The Moment.

There Are Two Merits That Glorify A Person: Being Courageous For A Man And Being Virtuous For A Woman. Besides These Two, There Is Another Merit That Glorifies Both Man And Woman: So Much Loving The Homeland To An Extent With Being Ready To Sacrifice His/her Life, If Needed. Turks Are Such Courageous And Virtuous People. That Is Why You Can Kill A Turk But You Can Never Defeat Them.