War Is Not An Adventure. It Is

Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive.

Perfection Is Finally Attained Not When There Is No Longer Anything To Add, But When There Is No Longer Anything To Take Away, When A Body Has Been Stripped Down To Its Nakedness.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.

What Saves A Man Is To Take A Step. Then Another Step. It Is Always The Same Step, But You Have To Take It.