“Chapter3”

“La guerre, c'est la guerre des hommes; la paix c'est la guerre des idées.”

“Every blade has two edges; he who wounds with one wounds himself with the other.”

“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that daybreak of summer, fresh like every dawn, gay like every childhood; weeping a little sometimes like the infant that it is. Nature in this month has charming gleams which pass from the sky, the clouds, the trees, the fields, and the flowers, into the heart of man.”

“Happiness wishes everybody happy.”

“God knows better than we do what we need.”

“The most ferocious animals are disarmed by caresses to their young”