We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

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

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

Come let me kiss you. Life was never so precious as today— when it meant so little.

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

We have lost all sense of other considerations, because they are artificial. Only the facts are real and important to us. And good boots are hard to come by." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 2

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