The things men did or felt they had to do.

Vienatvė ieško kelionės draugo, neklausdama, kas jis. Kas to nesupranta, tas niekada nebuvo vienišas, o tik vienas.

Obuze, mitraliere, aburi de gaze, flotile de tancuri – strivire, devorare, moarte.

Kiekvieną akimirką jaučiame, kad negalime laimės išlaikyti, ir nė nebandome Bet jeigu mes nemėginame sučiupti jos ir suturėti savo šiurkščiomis rankomis, tai gal ji, niekieno nebaidoma, išlieka mūsų akių gilumoje? Gal ji išlieka ten, kol...

But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our...

The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences...

… We had suddenly learned to see. And we saw that there was nothing of their world left. We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

Ce qu’on laisse approcher, on veut le retenir. Et on ne peut rien retenir.

A crude age. Peace is stabilized with cannon and bombers, humanity with concentration camps and pogroms. We’re living in a time when all standards are turned upside-down, Kern. Today the aggressor is the shepherd of...

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try...

Mes gavome dovanų ugnį, nes mumyse buvo kažkas dieviško. O dabar mes slepiame ją, nes žudome savyje tą dievišką dalelytę.

We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from...

He’s afraid,” Graber said.”Yes, naturally. But he’s a good dog.””And a man-eater.””We’re all that.””Why?””We are. And we think, just like that dog, that we are still good. And just like him we are looking for...

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

On devient mélancolique lorsqu’on pense à la vie… cynique lorsqu’on voit ce qu’en font la plupart des gens.

Today the aggressor is the shepherd of peace, and the beaten and hunted are the troublemakers of the world. What’s more, there are whole races who believe it!

From the earth, from the air, sustaining forces pour into us–mostly from the earth. To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long...

That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.