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We Have Lost All Sense Of Other Considerations, Because They Are Artificial. Only The Facts Are Real And Important To Us. And Good Boots Are Hard To Come By." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 2

Our Thoughts Are Clay, They Are Moulded With The Changes Of The Days;--when We Are Resting They Are Good; Under Fire, They Are Dead. Fields Of Craters Within And Without.

It Was A Melancholy Secret That Reality Can Arouse Desires But Never Satisfy Them.

Our Knowledge Of Life Is Limited To Death

We Were Eighteen And Had Begun To Love Life And The World; And We Had To Shoot It To Pieces.