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

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

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

I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.

Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!

Anything you can settle with money is cheap.

Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay/And the war would be over and done in a day." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3