What time are we going to leave tomorrow?
But you are alike in some ways.
I don't dispute the cliché, "Those who do not know history are doomed to repeat it."
He thinks you are better than us.
You are staying the whole evening, I hope?
The kids are asleep.
If they are to cross the river, hang two.
It seems to me that the great difficulty of writing is to make the language of the educated mind express our confused ideas, half feelings, half thoughts, when we are little more than bundles of instinctive tendencies.
Some of you, we all know, are poor, find it hard to live, are sometimes, as it were, gasping for breath.
"Are they good seats?" she asked.
What are we going to do today, Dad?
While entertaining, they are never, ever correct.
Mr. Anagnos, in speaking of my composition on the cities, has said, "These ideas are poetic in their essence."
They have decided that Buonaparte has burnt his boats, and I believe that we are ready to burn ours.
"You are off to the war, Prince?" said Anna Pavlovna.
Seeing the position we are in, I think there is little need for discussion.
You are my only son.
We are back to that?
The soldiers are coming!
Gentlemen, you are crushing me!...
However, I often have thought that a second sentence should follow: "Also, those who do know history are doomed to repeat it."
"You are my father," Alex conceded without emotion.
"We are," Alex answered curtly.
I think they are all having fun with Alex.
What are you taking away?
Are you trying to protect her now?
"I'm sure we are in no danger," said Dorothy, in a sober voice.
And you are little Dorothy, from Kansas.
We are all vegetable, in this country.
Are you not vegetable, also?
"No," answered the little man, "you are quite right.
"I think that before discussing these questions," Pierre continued, "we should ask the Emperor--most respectfully ask His Majesty--to let us know the number of our troops and the position in which our army and our forces now are, and then..."
The troops are moved according to the enemy's movements and the number of men increases and decreases...
We are Russians and will not grudge our blood in defense of our faith, the throne, and the Fatherland!
We must cease raving if we are sons of our Fatherland!
In historical works on the year 1812 French writers are very fond of saying that Napoleon felt the danger of extending his line, that he sought a battle and that his marshals advised him to stop at Smolensk, and of making similar statements to show that the danger of the campaign was even then understood.
But all these hints at what happened, both from the French side and the Russian, are advanced only because they fit in with the event.
There are always so many conjectures as to the issue of any event that however it may end there will always be people to say: "I said then that it would be so," quite forgetting that amid their innumerable conjectures many were to quite the contrary effect.
All the facts are in flat contradiction to such conjectures.
Headquarters are so full of Germans that a Russian cannot exist and there is no sense in anything.
Are you satisfied now? said he.
The princesses Aline and Sophie sit whole days with me, and we, unhappy widows of live men, make beautiful conversations over our 'charpie', only you, my friend, are missing... and so on.