For All Of Us Frenchmen,

Treaties Are Like Roses And Young Girls. They Last While They Last.

There Can Be No Prestige Without Mystery, For Familiarity Breeds Contempt.

For All Of Us Frenchmen, The Guiding Rule Of Our Epoch Is To Be Faithful To France.

France Has No Friends, Only Interests.

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.