The Conscience Is The Sacred Haven Of

Great Men Grow Tired Of Contentedness.

My Waking Thoughts Are All Of Thee. Your Portrait And The Remembrance Of Last Night's Delirium Have Robbed My Senses Of Repose. Sweet And Incomparable Josephine, What An Extraordinary Influence You Have Over My Heart. Are You Vexed? Do I See You Sad? Are You Ill At Ease? My Soul Is Broken With Grief, And There Is No Rest For Your Lover.

Victory Belongs To The Most Persevering.

The Jews Are The Master Robbers Of The Modern Age.

The Reason I Beat The Austrians Is, They Did Not Known The Value Of Five Minutes