He Has Sat On The Fence So

Hitler Is A Prodigious Genius.

The Stern Hand Of Fate Has Scourged Us To An Elevation Where We Can See The Great Everlasting Things Which Matter For A Nation - The Great Peaks We Had Forgotten, Of Honor, Duty, Patriotism, And Clad In Glittering White, The Great Pinnacle Of Sacrifice Pointing Like A Rugged Finger To Heaven.

Peace Must Be Framed On So Equitable A Basis, That The Nations Would Not Wish To Disturb It . . . So That The Confidence Of The German People Shall Be Put In The Equity Of Their Cause And Not In The Might Of Their Armies.

Unemployment, With Its Injustice For The Man Who Seeks And Thirsts For Employment, Who Begs For Labour And Cannot Get It, And Who Is Punished For Failure He Is Not Responsible For By The Starvation Of His Children--that Torture Is Something That Private Enterprise Ought To Remedy For Its Own Sake.

A Fully Equipped Duke Costs As Much To Keep Up As Two Dreadnoughts, And Dukes Are Just As Great A Terror - And They Last Longer.