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The Man Who Has Entered Into A Beautiful Union Is Sure Of At Least One Person To Whom He Can Give The Best That He Possesses.

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.

No Doubt About It: Error Is The Rule, Truth Is The Accident Of Error.

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.