The relentless torture of precision seizes me.

We do three years of military training; our children will do five, they will do ten.

We pay two thousand million francs a year in preparation for war; we shall pay twenty, we shall pay fifty thousand millions.

All that we have will be taken; it will be robbery, insolvency, bankruptcy.

War kills wealth as it does men; it goes away in ruins and smoke, and one cannot fabricate gold any more than soldiers.