Brave Deeds Are The Monuments Of Brave

This Soldier, I Realized, Must Have Had Friends At Home And In His Regiment; Yet He Lay There Deserted By All Except His Dog. I Looked On, Unmoved, At Battles Which Decided The Future Of Nations. Tearless, I Had Given Orders Which Brought Death To Thousands. Yet Here I Was Stirred, Profoundly Stirred, Stirred To Tears. And By What? By The Grief Of One Dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, On Finding A Dog Beside The Body Of His Dead Master, Licking His Face And Howling, On A Moonlit Field After A Battle. Napoleon Was Haunted By This Scene Until His Own Death.

Conquest Has Made Me What I Am, Only Conquest Can Maintain Me.

It Is Rare That A Legislature Reasons. It Is Too Quickly Impassioned.

One Might As Well Try To Charge Through A Wall.

The Most Terrible Of All My Battles Was The One Before Moscow. The French Showed Themselves To Be Worthy Of Victory, But The Russians Showed Themselves Worthy Of Being Invincible.