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.

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.

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

Suffering has roused them from the sleep of gentle life, and every day fills them with a terrible intoxication. They are now something more than themselves; those we loved were merely happy shadows.

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.

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