Mémoires du colonel Combe sur les campagnes de Russie, 1812, de Saxe, 1813, de France PDF

The true mémoires du colonel Combe sur les campagnes de Russie, 1812, de Saxe, 1813, de France PDF of man ever displays itself in great events. Everything tells me I shall succeed. The barbarous custom of having men beaten who are suspected of having important secrets to reveal must be abolished.


Mémoires du colonel Combe sur les campagnes de Russie, 1812, de Saxe, 1813, de France, 1814 et 1815 (Nouvelle édition)
Date de l’édition originale : 1896
Sujet de l’ouvrage : Guerres napoléoniennes (1800-1815) — Campagnes et batailles — Récits personnelsFrance. Armée — Officiers — 19e siècle

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From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a step. I am leaving to take command of my troops, and, with God’s help and their valor, I hope soon to drive the enemy beyond the frontier. I generally had to give in. I never was truly my own master but was always ruled by circumstances. Ordinary men died, men of iron were taken prisoner: I only brought back with me men of bronze. There, at least, one can cut a figure and surmount obstacles.

Will you prevent me from doing so for the want of 100 crowns? A Selection from the Letters and Despatches of the First Napoleon. 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. My soul is broken with grief, and there is no rest for your lover. All great events hang by a hair. From the heights of these pyramids, forty centuries look down on us. Variant translation: « Soldiers, from the summit of yonder pyramids forty centuries look down upon you ». Published in the autobiography of French general Eugène de Beauharnais. What I have done up to this is nothing.

I am only at the beginning of the course I must run. I will not play it myself, and I do not choose that others shall do so. But those Paris lawyers who have got into the Directory understand nothing of government. I hope the time is not far off when I shall be able to unite all the wise and educated men of all the countries and establish a uniform regime based on the principles of the Quran which alone are true and which alone can lead men to happiness. It has always been recognized that this way of interrogating men, by putting them to torture, produces nothing worthwhile.

A form of government that is not the result of a long sequence of shared experiences, efforts, and endeavors can never take root. Abbé du Pradt, and quoted in History of Europe from the Commencement of the French Revolution in 1789, to the Restoration of the Bourbons in 1815, Vol. There is but one step from the sublime to the ridiculous. There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous.

Le mot impossible n’est pas français. The word impossible is not French. Variant attribution: Impossible is a word to be found only in the dictionary of fools. The letter says: « Ce n’est pas possible », m’ecrivez-vous: cela n’est pas français. If the art of war were nothing but the art of avoiding risks, glory would become the prey of mediocre minds. I am the state— I alone am here the representative of the people. Even if I had done wrong you should not have reproached me in public — people wash their dirty linen at home.

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