The best gift anyone can give, I believe, is the gift of sharing themselves.

A soldier will fight long and hard for a bit of coloured ribbon.

The Princes of this house have abandoned their capital, not like soldiers of honour who cede to the circumstances and setbacks of the war, but like the perjured who are pursued by their own remorse.

The praises of enemies are always to be suspected. A man of honor will not permit himself to be flattered by them, except when they are given after the cessation of hostilities.

Gentleness, good treatment, honor the victor and dishonor the vanquished, who should remain aloof and owe nothing to pity - In war, audacity is the finest calculation of genius.

The sentiment of national honor is never more than half extinguished in the French. It takes only a spark to re-kindle it.