The Army Is The True Nobility Of

The Art Of Land Warfare Is An Art Of Genius, Of Inspiration. On The Sea Nothing Is Genius Or Inspiration; Everything Is Positive Or Empiric.

One Must Indeed Be Ignorant Of The Methods Of Genius To Suppose That It Allows Itself To Be Cramped By Forms. Forms Are For Mediocrity, And It Is Fortunate That Mediocrity Can Act Only According To Routine. Ability Takes Its Flight Unhindered.

Time Is The Great Art Of Man.

The Bullet That Will Kill Me Is Not Yet Cast.

Hereditary Succession To The Magistracy Is Absurd, As It Tends To Make A Property Of It; It Is Incompatible With The Sovereignty Of The People.