If The Earth Were A

A Starving Army Is Actually Worse Than None.

The Contagion Of Crime Is Like That Of The Plague. Criminals Collected Together Corrupt Each Other. They Are Worse Than Ever When, At The Termination Of Their Punishment, They Return To Society.

When Small Men Attempt Great Enterprises, They Always End By Reducing Them To The Level Of Their Mediocrity.

Being In The Tuileries Is Not Everything: What Matters Is To Stay Here.

Forethought We May Have, Undoubtedly, But Not Foresight.