To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle. - George Orwell

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

No one I met at this time — doctors, nurses, practicantes, or fellow-patients — failed to assure me that a man who is hit through the neck and survives it is the luckiest creature alive. I could not help thinking that it would be even luckier not to be hit at all.

The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.