You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.

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.

Lead the ideas of your time and they will accompany and support you; fall behind them and they drag you along with them; oppose them and they will overwhelm you.

A great reputation is a great noise, the more there is of it, and the further does it swell. Land, monuments, Nations, all fall, but the noise remains, and will reach to other generations.

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.

Without cavalry, battles are without result.

A celebrated people lose dignity upon a closer view.