My Success And Everything Good That I

Fashion Condemns Us To Many Follies, The Greatest Is To Make Oneself Its Slave.

Conscription Is The Vitality Of A Nation, The Purification Of Its Morality, And The Real Foundations Of All Its Habits

The Heart Of A Statesman Should Be In His Head.

My Waking Thoughts Are All Of Thee. Your Portrait And The Remembrance Of Last Night's Delirium Have Robbed My Senses Of Repose. Sweet And Incomparable Josephine, What An Extraordinary Influence You Have Over My Heart. Are You Vexed? Do I See You Sad? Are You Ill At Ease? My Soul Is Broken With Grief, And There Is No Rest For Your Lover.

Malice Delights To Blacken The Characters Of Prominent Men.