I treat policies like war. I hoodwink one flank so as to trounce the other. In my family we kneel only to God.

Fashion condemns us to many follies, the greatest is to make oneself its slave.

If you set out to take Vienna, take Vienna.

We must laugh at man to avoid crying for him.

After me, the Revolution - or, rather the ideas which formed it - will resume their course. It will be like a book from which the marker is removed, and one starts to read again at the page where one left off.

The fate of war is to be exalted in the morning, and low enough at night! There is but one step from triumph to ruin.

What is the future? What is the past? What are we? What is the magic fluid that surrounds us and conceals the things we most need to know? We live and die in the midst of marvels.