Our knowledge of life is limited to death

The things men did or felt they had to do.

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom.

For us lads of eighteen they ought to have been mediators and guides to the world of maturity, the world of work, of duty, of culture, of progress -- to the future.

Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.

A man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.

What peace it must be to know that someone is yours, no matter what - it is ordained, can never be otherwise.

Competition exists to choose who gets the prize when the prize can’t be shared.

Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.

No work of literature is the product of only one or two conscious ideas. A story is mysteriously dense of meaning.

Sure, I can sing a country song, but so can a lot of people.

Find what scares you and do it.

To know anything of a poet but his poetry is, so far as the poetry is concerned, to know something that may be entertaining, even delightful, but is certainly inessential.

Accept the gift and honor the giver.

There was alliteration happening all over the place in that sentence.

I got in trouble in Catholic school for rolling the waist of my skirt down.