A Quote by Napoleon Bonaparte

Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon. — © Napoleon Bonaparte
Tis a principle of war that when you can use the lightning, 'tis better than cannon.
Tis light translateth night; 'tis inspiration Expounds experience; 'tis the west explains The east; 'tis time unfolds Eternity.
Tis well to borrow from the good and the great; 'Tis wise to learn: 'tis God-like to create!
Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. ’Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.
When any opinion leads us into absurdities, 'tis certainly false; but 'tis not certain an opinion is false, because 'tis of dangerous consequence.
When you have gained a victory, do not push it too far; 'tis sufficient to let the company and your adversary see 'tis in your power but that you are too generous to make use of it.
Tis the gift to be gentle, ’tis the gift to be fair, ’Tis the gift to wake and breathe the morning air, To walk every day in the path that we choose, Is the gift that we pray we will never never lose.
And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!
Tis possible, young sir, that some excess Mars youthful judgment and old men's no less; Yet we must take our counsel as we may For (flying years this lesson still convey), 'Tis worst unwisdom to be overwise, And not to use, but still correct one's eyes.
Is that a birthday? 'tis, alas! too clear; 'Tis but the funeral of the former year.
Tis not the dying for a faith that's so hard... 'Tis the living up to it that's difficult.
What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach, 'Tis an implicit satire on mankind; And while it satisfies, it censures too.
Tis the motive exalts the action; 'Tis the doing, and not the deed.
Tis not the meat, but 'tis the appetite makes eating a delight.
'Tis not the eating, nor 'tis not the drinking that is to be blamed, but the excess.
Oh, 'tis not my qualities they object to! 'Tis my lack of vice.
Love was as subtly caught, as a disease; But being got it is a treasure sweet, which to defend is harder than to get: And ought not be profaned on either part, for though 'Tis got by chance, 'Tis kept by art.
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