No Soldier Outlives A Thousand Chances.

For Us Lads Of Eighteen They Ought To Have Been Mediators And Guides To The World Of Maturity, The World Of Work, Of Duty, Of Culture, Of Progress -- To The Future.

Anything You Can Settle With Money Is Cheap.

With Blinded Eyes I Stared At The Sky, This Grey, Endless Sky Of A Crazy God, Who Had Made Life And Death For His Amusement.

All Quiet On The Western Front.

Nothing Is The Mirror In Which You See The World.