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Ninety-Three - Quotations

They pushed forward. They went at random, with uneasiness, fearing to find that which they sought. (p. 3)

Wounded men are all thirsty. They die without any difference of opinions. Dying fellows ought to shake hands. (p. 10)

One of those men who are full of years and of vigour; who have white hair on their heads and lightning in their glance (p. 16)

"The great acts of war," resumed La Vieuville, "require to be undertaken by noblemen. They are matters for knights and not hairdressers." (p. 22)

But the rich have an advantage over us,--they eat every day. Eating is a preservative. (p. 80)

"You have seen me, but you never looked at me. I looked at you though. The giver and the beggar do not look with the same eyes." (p. 81)

"I used to hold out my hand; you only saw the hand, and you threw into it the charity I needed in the morning in order that I might not die in the evening. I have often been twenty-four hours without eating. Sometimes a penny is life. I owe you my life." (p. 81)

Old legends tell of strange beings that were found in the ancient Thuringian forests,--a race of giants, more and less than men, who were regarded by the Romans as horrible monsters, by the Germans as divine incarnations, and who, according to the encounter, ran the risk of being exterminated or adored. (p. 86)

Nothing calmer than smoke, but nothing more startling. There are peaceful smokes, and there are evil ones. The thickness and colour of a line of smoke marks the whole difference between war and peace, between fraternity and hatred, between hospitality and the tomb, between life and death. (p. 91)

If we believe the biblical legend, the sight of a conflagration changed a human being into a statue. (p. 92)

He had the blind certainty of the arrow, which, seeing not the goal, yet goes straight to it. In a revolution there is nothing so formidable as a straight line. (p. 107)