During The Early Months Of The War

But Do You Know, I Shall Not Be Sorry To Die. I Shall Be Glad, Monsieur. And Why Glad, You Ask? Because I Love France And Hate The Germans Who Have Put This War On Us.

If There Is Anything I've Learned, Is That Piety Is Smarter Than Hate, That Mercy Is Preferable Even To Justice Itself, That If You Go Around The World With Friendly Look, One Does Good Friends.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.

It Is Better To Give Than To Lend, And It Costs About The Same.

At All Costs We Must Re-establish Faith In Spiritual Values. We Must Worship Something Beyond Ourselves, Lest We Destroy Ourselves.