It Is Exceptional And Difficult To Find

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.

I May Have Had Many Projects, But I Never Was Free To Carry Out Any Of Them.

History Is The Invention Of Historians.

Clearly, The Pleasures Wines Afford Are Transitory - But So Are Those Of The Ballet, Or Of A Musical Performance. Wine Is Inspiring And Adds Greatly To The Joy Of Living.

War Is 90% Information.