I Wouldn't Mind Dying For France, But

You Start Out Giving Your Hat, Then You Give Your Coat, Then Your Shirt, Then Your Skin And Finally Your Soul.

In The Tumult Of Men And Events, Solitude Was My Temptation; Now It Is My Friend. What Other Satisfaction Can Be Sought Once You Have Confronted History?

For Glory Gives Herself Only To Those Who Have Always Dreamed Of Her.

I Grew Up To Always Respect Authority And Respect Those In Charge.

War Stirs In Men's Hearts The Mud Of Their Worst Instincts. It Puts A Premium On Violence, Nourishes Hatred, And Gives Free Rein To Cupidity. It Crushes The Weak, Exalts The Unworthy, And Bolsters Tyranny .. .time And Time Again It Has Destroyed All Ordered Living, Devastated Hope, And Put The Prophets To Death.