We are like a flight of locusts.

We must move since we must eat, and no district could furnish subsistence for eighty thousand people, for more than a day or two.
"There can be no doubt that the impulse to cross the Loire was a mad one.

On the other side we at least knew the country, and it would have been far better to have died fighting, there, than to throw ourselves across the river.

It was well nigh a miracle that we got across, and it will need nothing short of a miracle to get us back again.
"Of one thing we may be sure: the whole host of our enemies will, by this time, be in movement.

We should never have got across, had they dreamed that such was our intention.