My Star Was Fading, I

It Is An Approved Maxim In War, Never To Do What The Enemy Wishes You To Do, For This Reason Alone, That He Desires It.

You Don't Reason With Intellectuals. You Shoot Them.

The Confidence With Which A Sovereign Is Invested, Is Solid Only When It Is Sanctioned By The Suffrages Of The People, Who Clothed Him With The Supreme Magistracy.

When I Was Happy I Thought I Knew Men, But It Was Fated That I Should Know Them In Misfortune Only.

The Infectiousness Of Crime Is Like That Of The Plague.