We Have Buried The Putrid Corpse Of

Youth Is A Malady Of Which One Becomes Cured A Little Every Day.

The State Reserves The Right To Be The Sole Interpreter Of The Needs Of Society.

It Is Humiliating To Remain With Our Hands Folded While Others Write History. It Matters Little Who Wins.

All Within The State, Nothing Outside The State, Nothing Against The State.

The Best Blood Will At Some Time Get Into A Fool Or A Mosquito.