Children are like men, the experience of others does not help them. - Alphonse Daudet

L'épithète doit être la maîtresse du substantif, jamais sa femme légitime.

Douleur toujours nouvelle pour celui qui souffre et qui se banalise pour l'entourage.

It is clever the way death reaps and gathers its harvests, but what somber harvests. Whole generations do not fall at once; that would be too sad, too visible. But bit by bit. The meadow is attacked on several sides at the same time. One day, one will go; the other, some time after; one must reflect, glance about oneself to notice the empty spaces, the vast contemporary killing.