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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.