The Fate Of A Nation

Die Young, And I Shall Accept Your Death-but Not If You Have Lived Without Glory, Without Being Useful To Your Country, Without Leaving A Trace Of Your Existence: For That Is Not To Have Lived At All.

Where Flowers Degenerate Man Cannot Live.

In War, As In Politics, No Evil - Even If It Is Permissible Under The Rules - Is Excusable Unless It Is Absolutely Necessary. Everything Beyond That Is A Crime.

The French Complain Of Everything, And Always.

War Is A Lottery In Which Nations Ought To Risk Nothing But Small Amounts.