I Have Given Orders To My Death

But Christianity Is An Invention Of Sick Brains: One Could Imagine Nothing More Senseless, Nor Any More Indecent Way Of Turning The Idea Of The Godhead Into A Mockery.

Knowledge Above The Average Can Be Crammed Into The Average Man, But It Remains Dead, And In The Last Analysis Sterile Knowledge. The Result Is A Man Who May Be A Living Dictionary But Nevertheless Falls Down Miserably In All Special Situations And Decisive Moments In Life.

Our Ideology Is Intolerant...and Peremptorily Demands...the Complete Transformation Of Public Life To Its Ideas.

The Folkish Philosophy Of Life Must Succeed In Bringing About That Nobler Age In Which Men No Longer Are Concerned With Breeding Dogs, Horses, And Cats, But In Elevating Man Himself.

Today I Must Humbly Thank Providence, Whose Grace Has Enabled Me, Who Was Once An Unknown Soldier In The War, To Bring To A Successful Issue The Struggle For The Restoration Of Our Honor And Rights As A Nation.