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Republican despotism is more fertile in acts of tyranny, because everyone has a hand in it.
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Take a dose of medicine once, and in all probability you will be obliged to take an additional hundred afterwards.
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We frustrate many designs against us by pretending not to see them.
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One should never forbid what one lacks the power to prevent.
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You think you are too intelligent to believe in God. I am not like you.
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A portion of the multitude must ever be coerced.
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Do you know what amazes me more than anything else? The impotence of force to organize anything.
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If you know a country's geography, you can understand and predict its foreign policy.
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Ambition never is in a greater hurry than I; it merely keeps pace with circumstances and with my general way of thinking.
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History paints the human heart.
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France always has plenty men of talent, but it is always deficient in men of action and high character.
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Liberty and equality are magical words.
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I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.
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The only conquests that are permanent and leave no regrets are our conquests over ourselves.
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It is in times of difficulty that great nations like great men display the whole energy of their character and become an object of admiration to posterity.
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War is ninety percent information.
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Courage isn't having the strength to go on - it is going on when you don't have strength.
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I know men; and I tell you that Jesus Christ is not a man. Superficial minds see a resemblance between Christ and the founders of empires, and the gods of other religions. That resemblance does not exist. There is between Christianity and whatever other religions the distance of infinity.
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No one but myself can be blamed for my fall. I have been my own greatest enemy-the cause of my own disastrous fate.
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This soldier, I realized, must have had friends at home and in his regiment; yet he lay there deserted by all except his dog. I looked on, unmoved, at battles which decided the future of nations. Tearless, I had given orders which brought death to thousands. Yet here I was stirred, profoundly stirred, stirred to tears. And by what? By the grief of one dog. Napoleon Bonaparte, on finding a dog beside the body of his dead master, licking his face and howling, on a moonlit field after a battle. Napoleon was haunted by this scene until his own death.
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My enemies make appointments at my tomb.
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Let France have good mothers, and she will have good sons.
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A woman laughing is a woman conquered.
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I marvel that whereas the ambitious dreams of my self, Caesar, and Alexander should have vanished into thin air, a Judean peasant-Jesus-s hould be able to stretch His hands across the centuries and control the destinies of men and nations.