It is always brave to say what everyone thinks.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

No doubt about it: error is the rule, truth is the accident of error.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.