Am I one?
God knows! Has she waited for me?
I believe she has.

The waiting must have appeared to be a long one since the birth of this child, who is forty-six years old to-day, and who could be, in his turn, my father.
"Pardon me for having troubled you so long with misfortunes.

I wished to pass rapidly over this sad history, but the unhappiness of virtue has in it something sweet to temper the bitterness of grief.
"Some days after the disaster of Leipzic, the giant of our age had me called into his tent, and said to me: "'Colonel, are you a man to make your way through four armies ?' "'Yes, sire.' "'Alone, and without escort ?' "'Yes, sire.' "'There must be a letter carried to Dantzic.' "'Yes, sire.' "'You will deliver it into General Rapp's own hands ?' "'Yes, sire.' "'It is probable you will be taken, or killed.' "'Yes, sire.' "'For that reason I send two other officers with copies of the same despatch.

There are three of you; the enemy will kill two, the third will get there, and France will be saved.' "'Yes, sire.' "'The one who returns shall be a brigadier-general.' "'Yes, sire.' "Every detail of this interview, every word of the Emperor, every response which I had the honor to address to him, is still engraved upon my memory.

All three of us set out separately.