[w]e Will Do What We Like With

It Seems To Me That Nothing Would Be More Foolish Than To Re-establish The Worship Of Wotan. Our Old Mythology Ceased To Be Viable When Christianity Implanted Itself. Nothing Dies Unless It Is Moribund.

In Vowing Ourselves To One Another, We Are Entitled To Stand Before The Almighty And Ask Him For His Grace And His Blessing.

From Millions Of Men . . . One Man Must Step Forward Who With Apodictic Force Will Form Granite Principles From The Wavering Idea-world Of The Broad Masses And Take Up The Struggle For Their Sole Correctness, Until From The Shifting Waves Of A Fre Thought-world There Will Arise A Brazen Cliff Of Solid Unity In Faith And Will.

With Satanic Joy In His Face, The Black-haired Jewish Youth Lurks In Wait For The Unsuspecting Girl Whom He Defiles With His Blood, Thus Stealing Her From Her People.

The National State Divides Its Inhabitants Into Three Classes: State Citizens, State Subjects, And Foreigners. It Must Be Held In Greater Honour To Be A Citizen Of This Reich Even If Only A Crossing-sweeper, Than To Be A King In A Foreign State.