When one does another person an injustice, in some mysterious way it does one good to discover (or to persuade oneself) that the injured party has al… - Stefan Zweig

The soul is made of stuff so mysteriously elastic that a single event can make it big enough to contain the infinite.

There is no understanding of the past without personal experience, without reliving it in imagination. A word is nothing unless it has values and an atmosphere, unless you grasp its historical significance.

Everywhere soldiering entails the same busily empty monotony; hour after hour is mapped out in accordance with inflexible, antediluvian regulations, and even one's leisure does not seem to offer much in the way of variety. In the officers' mess the same faces, the same conversation; at the cafe the same games of cards and billiards.