Georges Duhamel

Do not trust your memory; it is a net full of holes; the most beautiful prizes slip through it.

There is no French town in which the wounds inflicted on the battle-field are not bleeding.

In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.

I just had an idea that went right over my head.

In the best farce today we start with some absurd premise as to character or situation, but if the premises be once granted we move logically enough to the ending.

Before I die, I will preach to the Muslims in the Arab world. I will preach in Egypt, Lebanon, Syria and Iran. I will preach in Tehran. I will do it under the umbrella of God. And see its impact.