More Glorious To Merit A Sceptre Than

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.

The Implements To Him Who Can Handle Them.

Malice Delights To Blacken The Characters Of Prominent Men.

In A Conquered Country Benevolence Is Not Humanitarianism. It Is A General Political Axiom That A Conqueror Must Not Inspire A Good Opinion Of His Benevolence Until He Has Demonstrated That He Can Be Severe With Malefactors.

The Art Of Choosing Men Is Not Nearly So Difficult As The Art Of Enabling Those Chosen To Attain Their Full Worth.