We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.
Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.
The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.
Obuze, mitraliere, aburi de gaze, flotile de tancuri - strivire, devorare, moarte.
This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.
Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of lif eis limited to death.
I realize he does not know that a man cannot talk of such things; I would do it willingly, but it is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them. What would become of us if everything that happens out there were quite clear to us?
I always thought everyone was against war until I found out there are those who are all for it, especially those who do not have to go there.
A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.
Pasaulis niekada neatrodo toks gražus, kaip tą akimirką, kaii jį paliekame, kai jums atima laisvę
Love should not be polluted with friendship.
У меня нет будущего. Не иметь будущего - это почти то же, что не подчиняться земным закон%