What We Call National-socialism Is The Poisonous

It Is Remarkable How A Man Cannot Summarize His Thoughts In Even The Most General Sort Of Way Without Betraying Himself Completely, Without Putting His Whole Self Into It, Quite Unawares, Presenting As If In Allegory The Basic Themes And Problems Of His Life.

He Probably Was Mediocre After All, Though In A Very Honorable Sense Of That Word.

What Good Would Politics Be, If It Didn’t Give Everyone The Opportunity To Make Moral Compromises.

A Man’s Dying Is More The Survivors’ Affair Than His Own.

One Must Die To Life In Order To Be Utterly A Creator.