The days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our heads shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the Front behind us:—against whom, against whom?

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

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

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

The miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.

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

Anything you can settle with money is cheap.