War Is Cruel To The People, And

Send Me 300 Francs; That Sum Will Enable Me To Go To Paris. There, At Least, One Can Cut A Figure And Surmount Obstacles. Everything Tells Me I Shall Succeed. Will You Prevent Me From Doing So For The Want Of 100 Crowns?

A Portion Of The Multitude Must Ever Be Coerced.

The Battlefield Is A Scene Of Constant Chaos. The Winner Will Be The One Who Controls That Chaos, Both His Own And The Enemies.

Brave Deeds Are The Monuments Of Brave Men.

Never Ascribe To Malice That Which Is Adequately Explained By Stupidity.