There Is Nothing Known As "perfect". Its

The Important Things Are Always Simple.

Although I Cannot Believe That The Individual Survives The Death Of His Body, Feeble Souls Harbor Such Thought Through Fear Or Ridiculous Egotism.

If You Have Never Failed, You Have Never Tried Anything New.

I Have Never Belonged Wholeheartedly To A Country, A State, Nor To A Circle Of Friends, Nor Even To My Own Family. When I Was Still A Rather Precocious Young Man, I Already Realized Most Vividly The Futility Of The Hopes And Aspirations That Most Men Pursue Throughout Their Lives. Well-being And Happiness Never Appeared To Me As An Absolute Aim. I Am Even Inclined To Compare Such Moral Aims To The Ambitions Of A Pig.

The Armament Industry Is Indeed One Of The Greatest Dangers That Beset Mankind. It Is The Hidden Evil Power.