France Is Invaded; I Am Leaving To

Paradise Is A Center Whither The Souls Of All Men Are Proceeding, Each Sect In Its Particular Road.

A Man's Palate Can, In Time, Become Accustomed To Anything.

To A Father Who Loves His Children Victor Has No Charms. When The Heart Speaks, Glory Itself Is An Illusion.

There Are In Europe Many Good Generals, But They See Too Many Things At Once. I See One Thing, Namely The Enemy's Main Body. I Try To Crush It, Confident That Secondary Matters Will Then Settle Themselves.

I Love A Brave Soldier Who Has Undergone The Baptism Of Fire.