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.

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

Most people have no imagination. If they could imagine the sufferings of others, they would not make them suffer so. What separated a German mother from a French mother?

And suddenly, like light in darkness, the real truth broke in upon me; the simple fact of Man, which I had forgotten, which had lain deep buried and out of sight; the idea of community, of unity.

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

As a rule, people are afraid of truth. Each truth we discover in nature or social life, destroys the crutches on which we need to lean.

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