Mirrors are there when we are and yet they never give anything back to us but our own image. Never, never shall we know what they are when they are alone or what is behind them.

Heaven Has No Favorites

... clothes sometimes gave one more of a lift than any philosophic comforting.

... that's all we ask for, isn't it? Just to hold out until next morning.

How various a face ...

All Quiet on the Western Front.

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