We Do Not Know The True Value

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

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.

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.

The Desire For Order Is The Only Order In The World.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.