I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another
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Erich Maria Remarque, “All Quiet On The Western Front”
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We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.
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Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
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