Our Knowledge Of Life Is Limited To

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.

No Matter How Improbable An Assertion Is, If It Is Made With Enough Assurance It Has An Affect.

They Are More To Me Than Life, These Voices, They Are More Than Motherliness And More Than Fear; They Are The Strongest, Most Comforting Thing There Is Anywhere: They Are The Voices Of My Comrades.

All Quiet On The Western Front.

We Were All At Once Terribly Alone; And Alone We Must See It Through.