The World Is Not Ruined By The

Whatever Shall We Do In That Remote Spot? Well, We Will Write Our Memoirs. Work Is The Scythe Of Time.

The Affairs Of War, Like The Destiny Of Battles, As Well As Empires, Hang Upon A Spiders Thread.

Those Who Are Free From Common Prejudices Acquire Others.

Let France Have Good Mothers, And She Will Have Good Sons.

It Is Not Enough To Give Orders They Must Be Obeyed.