Even if we are occupied with important things and even if we attain honor or fall into misfortune, still let us remember how good it once was here, when we were all together, united by a good and a kind feeling which made us perhaps better than we are.
We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.
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.
I can no longer think what I want to think. My thoughts have been replaced by moving images.
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.
In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.
We can know nothing till after this grave debate. The soul must withdraw, for this is not its hour. Now the knife must divide the flesh, and lay the ravage bare, and do its work completely.
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?
There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.