One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself

You Give Birth To That On Which You Fix Your Mind

The Injustice Of Defeat Lies In The Fact That Its Most Innocent Victims Are Made To Look Like Heartless Accomplices. It Is Impossible To See Behind Defeat, The Sacrifices, The Austere Performance Of Duty, The Self-discipline And The Vigilance That Are There - Those Things The God Of Battle Does Not Take Account Of.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort.

The Soldier's Body Becomes A Stock Of Accessories That Are Not His Property.

In Those Days, I Didn't Understand Anything. I Should Have Judged Her According To Her Actions, Not Her Words. She Perfumed My Planet And Lit Up My Life. I Should Never Have Run Away! I Ought To Have Realized The Tenderness Underlying Her Silly Pretensions. Flowers Are So Contadictory! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.