Ernst Toller Quotes.
How happy I am to go to the front at last. To do my bit. To prove with my life what I think I feel.
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.
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.
Soldiers and peasants lived together on friendly terms; they knew each other and their everyday routines, and trusted each other; they shook their heads together over the war.
The working class will not halt until socialism has been realized.
I saw the dead without really seeing them.
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.
Each had defended his own country; the Germans Germany, the Frenchmen France; they had done their duty.
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?
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.
We revolutionaries acknowledge the right to revolution when we see that the situation is no longer tolerable, that it has become a frozen. Then we have the right to overthrow it.
As a boy I used to go to the Chamber of Horrors at the annual fair, to look at the wax figures of Emperors and Kings, of heroes and murderers of the day. The dead now had that same unreality, which shocks without arousing pity.
After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?
In a quiet Franciscan monastery kind and silent monks looked after me. After many weeks I was discharged. Unfit for further service.
The revolution is like a vessel filled with the pulsating heartbeat of millions of working people.