I want to think and at the same time that's the last thing in the world I want to do.

... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.

My rage outweighs my shame, as always happens when one is really ashamed and knows he ought to be.

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is so much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.