Courtesy is not dead - it has merely taken refuge in Great Britain.

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

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.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

The man who has entered into a beautiful union is sure of at least one person to whom he can give the best that he possesses.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.