The Greatest Danger Occurs At The Moment

Jesus Chris Was More Than Man.

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.

I Generally Had To Give In.

Our Hour Is Marked, And No One Can Claim A Moment Of Life Beyond What Fate Has Predestined.

I Am The Successor, Not Of Louis Xvi, But Of Charlemagne.