We Have Our Dreams Because

It's Only Terrible To Have Nothing To Wait For.

Anything You Can Settle With Money Is Cheap.

Someone Said To Me Once That A Cigarette At The Right Moment Is Better Than All The Ideals In The World.

The Room Shall Speak, It Must Catch Me Up And Hold Me, I Want To Feel That I Belong Here, I Want To Hearken And Know When I Go Back To The Front Line That The War Will Sink Down, Be Drowned Utterly In The Great Home-coming Tide, Know That It Will Then Be Past For Ever, And Not Gnaw Us Continually, That It Will Have None But An Outward Power Over Us...nothing Stirs; Listless And Wretched, Like A Condemned Man, I Sit There And The Past Withdraws Itself. And At The Same Time I Fear To Importune It Too Much, Because I Do Not Know What Might Happen Then. I Am A Soldier, I Must Cling To That.

Suddenly I Become Filled With A Consuming Impatience To Be Gone.