Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

Defeat furnishes good material to the poets and the artists, but none of us care to have the glory of the conquered apply to us.

Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.

Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.