To Fight, We Must Have Oil For

I Have Never Liked France Or The French, And I Have Never Stopped Saying So. (15th February 1945)

When I Recall My Teachers At School, I Realise That Half Of Them Were Abnormal. . . . We Pupils Of Old Austria Were Brought Up To Respect Old People And Women. But On Our Professors We Had No Mercy; They Were Our Natural Enemies. The Majority Of Them Were Somewhat Mentally Deranged, And Quite A Few Ended Their Days As Honest-to-god Lunatics! . . . I Was In Particular Bad Odor With The Teachers. I Showed Not The Slightest Aptitude For Foreign Languages - Though I Might Have, Had Not The Teacher Been A Congenital Idiot. I Could Not Bear The Sight Of Him.

The Seed Has Been Sown That Will Grow One Day . . . To The Glorious Rebirth Of The National Socialist Movement Of A Truly United Nation.

The Purpose Of Propaganda Is Not To Provide Interesting Distraction For Blasé Young Gentlemen, But To Convince... The Masses. But The Masses Are Slow Moving, And They Always Require A Certain Time Before They Are Ready Even To Notice A Thing, And Only After The Simplest Ideas Are Repeated Thousands Of Times Will The Masses Finally Remember Them.

By Rejecting The Authority Of The Individual And Replacing It By The Numbers Of Some Momentary Mob, The Parliamentary Principle Of Majority Rule Sins Against The Basic Aristocratic Principle Of Nature.