Thank The Lord, Germanic Democracy Means Just

No More Than A Famous Master Can Be Replaced And Another Take Over The Completion Of The Half-finished Painting He Has Left Behind Can The Great Poet And Thinker, The Great Statesman And The Great Soldier, Be Replaced. For Their Activity Lies Always In The Province Of Art. It Is Not Mechanically Trained But Inborn By God's Grace.

Kill, Destroy, Sack, Tell Lie; How Much You Want After Victory Nobody Asks Why?

Providence Has Ordained That I Should Be The Greatest Liberator Of Humanity. I Am Freeing Man From The Restraints Of An Intelligence That Has Taken Charge, From The Dirty And Degrading Self-mortification Of A False Vision Called Conscience And Morality, And From The Demands Of A Freedom And Independence Which Only A Very Few Can Bear.

It Is Over, The Reich Walls Have Collapsed, My Generals Have Betrayed Me And My Army Refuses To Fight, This Is The Herr Doernitz! I Only Hope You Can Turn This Around.

I Am Beginning With The Young. We Older Ones Are Used Up. Yes, We Are Old Already. We Are Rotten To The Marrow. We Have No Unrestrained Instincts Left. We Are Cowardly And Sentimental. We Are Bearing The Burden Of A Humiliating Past, And Have In Our Blood The Dull Recollection Of Serfdom And Servility. But My Magnificent Youngsters! Are There Finer Ones Anywhere In The World? Look At These Young Men And Boys! What Material! With Them, I Can Make A New World.