My enemies make appointments at my tomb.

Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.

The corpse of an enemy always smells sweet.

Our hour is marked, and no one can claim a moment of life beyond what fate has predestined.

You must not fear death, my lads; defy him, and you drive him into the enemy's ranks.

A commander in chief ought to say to himself several times a day: If the enemy should appear on my front, on my right, on my left, what would I do? And if the question finds him uncertain, he is not well placed, he is not as he should be, and he should remedy it.