Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will shake the world.

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.

History is a set of lies agreed upon.

Strangers are just friends waiting to happen. To become a good man, one must have faithful friends, or outright enemies.

Nothing is so contrary to military rules as to make the strength of your army known, either in the orders of the day, in proclamations, or in the newspapers.

Military despotism represses generous sentiments, priestly tyranny stifles them.

The nature of Christ's existence is mysterious, I admit; but this mystery meets the wants of man. Reject it, and the world is an inexplicable riddle; believe it, and the history of our race is satisfactorily explained.