Once More A Red Fire Blows Steeply

We Enter Parliament In Order To Supply Ourselves, In The Arsenal Of Democracy, With Its Own Weapons. If Democracy Is So Stupid As To Give Us Free Tickets And Salaries For This Bear's Work, That Is Its Affair. We Do Not Come As Friends, Nor Even As Neutrals. We Come As Enemies. As The Wolf Bursts Into The Flock, So We Come.

When You Stroll Through Munich It Can Happen That You Suddenly Stand In Front Of An Old House, An Idyllically-dreaming Church That Smiles Like A Friendly Anachronism Into Our Modern Time.

To Attract People, To Win Over People To That Which I Have Realized As Being True, That Is Called Propaganda.

The Night Folds Her Trembling Hands Over A Weary World. Out Of A Pale Blue Rises The Shining Moon. My Thoughts Are Flying To The Stars Like Lonely Swans.

Revolutions Are Spiritual Acts. They Appear First In People, Then In Politics And The Economy. New People Form New Structures. The Transformation We Want Is First Of All Spiritual; That Will Necessarily Change The Way Things Are.