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

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.

I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.

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

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well.