I start out by believing the worst

Moses has revealed the existence of God to his nation. Jesus Christ to the Roman world, Muhammad to the old continent.

It requires more courage to suffer than to die.

When soldiers have been baptized in the fire of a battle-field, they have all one rank in my eyes.

If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds.... I have made all the calculations; fate will do the rest.

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.

I pay attention only to what people do or say. I never pay attention to what they think.