At that moment of realization I knew that I had been blind because I had wished not to see; it was only then that I realised, at last, that all these dead men, French and Germans, were brothers, and I was the brother of them all.

I saw the dead without really seeing them.

The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.

In a quiet Franciscan monastery kind and silent monks looked after me. After many weeks I was discharged. Unfit for further service.

I was at the front for thirteen months, and by the end of that time the sharpest perceptions had become dulled, the greatest words mean.

Slogans which deafened us so that we could not hear the truth.

The French got enough from the Germans to save them from starvation; but many a woman sold herself for a loaf or a chunk of sausage.