Never had a man been more ill-named.

[Things will be better when soldiers have all] dumped all their guns and ammunition on a rubbish heap and settled their differences with toothpicks.

Something had broken like a monstrous abscess.

He felt an animal sense of well-being.

The war destroyed everything.

Nothing is ever black or white because time turns everything to gray.

They quarreled because we are people, not things, and no one, not even the war, can change that.

The only master of us all is time.

Love is the same for everyone and has the same happiness and the same pain.