Men are of no importance. What counts is who commands.

Old France, weighed down with history, prostrated by wars and revolutions, endlessly vacillating from greatness to decline, but revived, century after century, by the genius of renewal!

Leaders of men are later remembered less for the usefulness of what they have achieved than for the sweep of their endeavors.

Victory often goes to the army that makes the least mistakes, not the most brilliant plans.

What do you take me for, an idiot?

Genius sometimes consists of knowing when to stop.

How can one conceive of a one-party system in a country that has over two hundred varieties of cheese?