Being in the Tuileries is not everything: what matters is to stay here.
In my youth I, too, entertained some illusions; but I soon recovered from them.
Forethought we may have, undoubtedly, but not foresight.
To a father who loves his children victor has no charms. When the heart speaks, glory itself is an illusion.
The great proof of madness is the disproportion of one's designs to one's means.
Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons.