The War Has Ruined Us For Everything.

The War Has Ruined Us For Everything.

I Want To Think And At The Same Time That's The Last Thing In The World I Want To Do.

To Me The Front Is A Mysterious Whirlpool. Though I Am In Still Water Far Away From Its Centre, I Feel The Whirl Of The Vortex Sucking Me Slowly, Irresistibly, Inescapably Into Itself.

Never Do Anything Complicated When Something Simple Will Serve As Well. It's One Of The Most Important Secrets Of Living.

(ravic Speaking Of A Butterfly Caught In The Louvre) In The Morning It Would Search For Flowers And Life And The Light Honey Of Blossoms And Would Not Find Them And Later It Would Fall Asleep On Millennial Marble, Weakened By Then, Until The Grip Of The Delicate, Tenacious Feet Loosened And It Fell, A Thin Leaf Of Premature Autumn.