If you lose one little battle at Waterloo, suddenly nobody remembers you crossed Europe three times. by Napoleon Bonaparte

Fine, he was brilliant, I was stubborn, and Josephine still wrote the most accurate review: impossible.

I am not taking meteorology criticism from the man whose best strategy was standing there correctly.

You crossed Europe three times and still ended up at my front door like a confused delivery.

Both of you are exhausting, but at least one of you knew when to leave a room.

Be serious, Wellington, you won one wet field and built your whole personality around mud.

At this point history is just three men arguing over whose ego had the best uniform.

Napoleon talks like he invented ambition but still needed a weather report to win.

I leave one fleet unsupervised and now every French man wants a memoir.