But the worst handicap we had the prohibition of naming individual units who had done the fighting.

There is poetry in a pork chop to a hungry man.

I am going to fight - I, a socialist and Syndicalist - so that we shall make an end to war, so that the little ones of France will sleep in peace, and the women go without fear.

We who go out to die shall be remembered, because we gave the world peace. That will be our reward, though we will know nothing of it, but lie rotting in the earth - dead.

At all costs we must re-establish faith in spiritual values. We must worship something beyond ourselves, lest we destroy ourselves.

But the worst handicap we had the prohibition of naming individual units who had done the fighting.

It is better to give than to lend, and it costs about the same.