A world at war is crazy enough for anything to be believable.

The world was a bad joke dreamed up by the Almighty on an off-day. I've always felt myself that he probably had a hangover that morning.

My friend, you are truly yourself alone. God must have broken the mould after turning you out.

May you find what you are searching for, my friend.– I already have and lost it in the finding.

And if it doesn't go like that?– Then all your problems will be over and you won't have a thing to worry.

In wartime, everyone loves a soldier, and a wounded hero even more so.

I will never to the end of my days ever begin to understand my fellow human beings.