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.

Do you know what is more hard to bear than the reverses of fortune? It is the baseness, the hideous ingratitude, of man.

Among those who dislike oppression are many who like to oppress.

An army which cannot be reenforced is already defeated.

What a solace Christianity must be to one who has an undoubted conviction of its truth!

A man will fight harder for his interests than for his rights.

I do not amuse myself by thinking of dead people.