To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.

Trenches, hospitals, the common grave--there are no other possibilities.

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

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.

Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.

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

Anything you can settle with money is cheap.