The French complain of everything, and always.

Those who failed to oppose me, who readily agreed with me and accepted all my views, were those who did me the most injury.

Put your iron hand in a velvet glove.

Destiny urges me to a goal of which I am ignorant. Until that goal is attained I am invulnerable, unassailable. When Destiny has accomplished her purpose in me, a fly may suffice to destroy me.

The word impossible is not French.

War,--the trade of barbarians!

Clever policy consists in making nations believe they are free.