Our poetry emulates the recent progress in military strategy: Our army's strength is the foot soldiers.

Boundless in your charity, but shrewd and cautious as a lender, you delight all those today whom you made beggars the day before.

I love the pride whose measure is its own eminence and not the insignificance of someone else.

The spirit of poetry combines the profundity of the philosopher and the child's delight in bright pictures.

It is fair to despise a cowardly man, but the female sex is strongest when it's weak.

Austrian soldiers are like horses: brave but easily frightened.

Do not push so fast ahead, do slow down a bit! Otherwise you won't catch up with yourselves.