I thought we could never end the war properly without giving the Huns some of their own medicine.

But that woodcutter's cottage cured me of such nightmares.

I was for punishing the guilty but letting the innocent go free.

It was our business to thank God and keep our hands clean from the ugly blunders to which Germany's madness had driven her.

What good would it do Christian folk to burn poor little huts like this and leave children's bodies by the wayside?
To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beasts.
The place, as I have said, was desperately poor.