Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

The worst thing about war was the sitting around and wondering what you were doing morally.

Chickenshit can be recognized instantly because it never has anything to do with winning the war.

So many bright futures consigned to the ashes of the past.So many dreams lost in the madness that had engulfed us.Except for a few widely scattered shouts of joy,the survivors of the abyss sat hollow-eyed and silent, trying to comprehend a world without war.

The wise traveler learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

All the pathos and irony of leaving one's youth behind is thus implicit in every joyous moment of travel: one knows that the first joy can never be recovered, and the wise traveller learns not to repeat successes but tries new places all the time.

Travel sharpens the senses. Abroad one feels, sees and hears things in an abnormal way.