We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.

No matter how improbable an assertion is, if it is made with enough assurance it has an affect.

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.