No one is ever satisfied where he is.

It is the savor of bread broken with comrades that makes us accept the values of war.

When the body sinks into death, the essence of man is revealed. Man is a knot, a web, a mesh into which relationships are tied. Only those relationships matter. The body is an old crock that nobody will miss. I have never known a man to think of himself when dying. Never.

Defeat may prove to have been the only path to resurrection, despite its ugliness.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-

Only the children know what they are looking for.

The one thing that matters is the effort.