There Is One Thing On Earth More

The Propaganda Of Communism Possesses A Language Which Every People Can Understand. Its Elements Are Simply Hunger, Envy, Death.

Perhaps Already I Am Dead, And These Perhaps Are Phantoms Vain; - These Motley Phantasies That Pass At Night Through My Disordered Brain. Perhaps With Ancient Heathen Shapes, Old Faded Gods, This Brain Is Full; Who, For Their Most Unholy Rites, Have Chosen A Dead Poet's Skull.

Thinking Of Germany In The Night Robs Me Of My Sleep.

Those Who Begin By Burning Books Will End By Burning People.

Money Is The God Of Our Time, And Rothschild Is His Prophet.