All of them, all those idiots who force their brains and don't know when to stop. - Cesare Pavese

I don't believe it can end. Now that I've seen what war is, what civil war is, I know that everybody, if one day it should end, ought to ask himself: "And what shall we make of the fallen? Why are they dead?" I wouldn't know what to say. Not now, at any rate. Nor does it seem to me that the others know. Perhaps only dead know, and only for them is the war really over.

There is nothing fine about being a child: it is fine, when we are old, too look back to when we were children.

We must never say, even in fun, that we are disheartened, because someone might take us at our word.