• Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me." -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12

    Title of translation of his novel Im Westen nichts Neues (Nothing New in the West, 1929). Cf. the title of a poem by Ethel L. Beers: All Quiet along the Potomac (1861)