Parties Weaken Themselves By Their

A People That Is Able To Say Everything, Becomes Able To Do Everything. The Crowd Which Follows Me With Admiration, Would Run With The Same Eagerness Were I Marching To The Guillotine.

Give Me Enough Ribbons To Place On The Tunics Of My Soldiers And I Can Conquer The World.

I Generally Had To Give In.

The Only Conquests That Are Permanent And Leave No Regrets Are Our Conquests Over Ourselves.

The Fate Of A Battle Is The Result Of A Moment, Of A Thought: The Hostile Forces Advance With Various Combinations, They Attack Each Other And Fight For A Certain Time; The Critical Moment Arrives, A Mental Flash Decides, And The Least Reserve Accomplishes The Object.