"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."

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

"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?"

"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."

"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."

"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."

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