The Fortune of the Rougons, by Émile Zola

And now Silvere, whose head was turned away from her, who no longer seemed even conscious of her presence, had eyes only for those strangers whom he called his brothers.

Napoleon The Great, by Andrew Roberts

Although he probably never said ‘an army marches on his stomach’, as legend has it, he was always deeply conscious that it indubitably marched on its feet.