It is not tolerable, it is not possible, that from so much death, so much sacrifice and ruin, so much heroism, a greater and better humanity shall not emerge.

A better world shall emerge based on faith and understanding.

When I am right, I get angry. Churchill gets angry when he is wrong. We are angry at each other much of the time.

That is why your sacrifice was all the more difficult. You chose to be a hero not through enchantment but through your own manhood.

Who knows but that hereafter some traveller like myself will sit down upon the banks of the Seine, the Thames, or the Zuyder Zee, where now, in the tumult of enjoyment, the heart and the eyes are too slow to take in the multitude of sensations? Who knows but he will sit down solitary amid silent ruins, and weep a people inurned and their greatness changed into an empty name?

We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.)