We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6
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)
