They are more human and more brotherly towards one another, it seems to me, than we are. But perhaps that is merely because they feel themselves to be more unfortunate than us.

Erich Maria Remarque

Erich Maria Remarque

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: German

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The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.

You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal ? no one will see it. But when a button is missing?everyone sees that.

Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.

Anyway the war is over so far as they are concerned. But to wait for dysentery is not much of a life either.

It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men.

We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

I am often on guard over the Russians. In the darkness one sees their forms move like stick storks, like great birds. They come close up to the wire fence and lean their faces against it. Their fingers hook round the mesh.

On the steps is a machine-gun ready for action. The square is empty; only the streets that lead into it are jammed with people. It would be madness to go farther - the machine-gun is covering the square.

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

We want to live at any price; so we cannot burden ourselves with feelings which, though they might be ornamental enough in peace-time, would be out of place here.