At Night I Sit In My Chamber

We Enter Parliament In Order To Supply Ourselves, In The Arsenal Of Democracy, With Its Own Weapons. If Democracy Is So Stupid As To Give Us Free Tickets And Salaries For This Bear's Work, That Is Its Affair. We Do Not Come As Friends, Nor Even As Neutrals. We Come As Enemies. As The Wolf Bursts Into The Flock, So We Come.

The End Of The Year! I Draw The Balance. Inquiry Of Conscience And Request To The Spirit For Progress And Maturity.

We Can Do Without Butter, But, Despite All Our Love Of Peace, Not Without Arms. One Cannot Shoot With Butter, But With Guns.

At Night I Sit In My Chamber And Read The Bible. Far In The Distance Roars The Sea. Then I Lie Down And Think For A Long Time About The Calm And Pale Man From Nazareth.

A Nation Without A Religion - That Is Like A Man Without Breath.