we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.

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

That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.

Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.