“I am the instrument of providence, she will use me as long as I accomplish her designs, then she will break me like a glass.”

— Napoleon I of France

The quote "I am the instrument of providence, she will use me as long as I accomplish her designs, t…" is famous quote attributed to Napoleon I of France (1769–1821), French general, First Consul and later Emperor of the French.

As quoted in The Linguist and the Emperor : Napoleon and Champollion's Quest to Decipher the Rosetta Stone (2004) by Daniel Meyerson
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French general, First Consul and later Emperor of the French 1769–1821

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