Rashness succeeds often, still more often fails.

Men take only their needs into consideration - never their abilities.

No one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate.

This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.

Give me enough ribbons to place on the tunics of my soldiers and I can conquer the world.

There shall be no Alps.

Let the path be open to talent.