Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has

There Is No French Town In Which The Wounds Inflicted On The Battle-field Are Not Bleeding.

It Is Strange What A Contempt Men Have For The Joys That Are Offered Them Freely.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory.

To Drink Is A Small Matter. To Be Thirsty Is Everything.

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.