Women are nothing but machines for producing children.

I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.

It is often in the audacity, in the steadfastness, of the general that the safety and the conservation of his men is found.

Love is the occupation of the idle man, the amusement of a busy one, and the shipwreck of a sovereign.

Die young, and I shall accept your death-but not if you have lived without glory, without being useful to your country, without leaving a trace of your existence: for that is not to have lived at all.

I believe love to be hurtful to society, and to the individual happiness of men. I believe, in short, that love does more harm than good.

Man loves the marvelous. It has an irresistible charm for him. He is always ready to leave that with which he is familiar to pursue vain inventions. He lends himself to his own deception.