“Devotion, fervor, longing! Those are my pillars. We have to be the bridge to the future.”

The money pigs of capitalist democracy: Money has made slaves of us. Money is the curse of mankind. It smothers the seed of everything great and good. Every penny is sticky with sweat and blood.

I’m so despondent about everything. Everything I try goes totally wrong. There’s no escape from this hole here. I feel drained. So far, I still haven’t found a real purpose in life. Sometimes, I’m afraid to get out of bed in the morning. There’s nothing to get up for.

Man is and remains an animal. Here a beast of prey, there a housepet, but always an animal.

There is no need for propaganda to be rich in intellectual content.

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.

A law against hating Jews is usually the beginning of the end for the Jews.

The end of the year! I draw the balance. Inquiry of conscience and request to the Spirit for progress and maturity.

Hereafter we all have to be redeemed. The world is pulling with a thousand strings. We sin because of indifference and negligence and heap new guilt on the old original one. Our life is a chain of sin and expiation controlled by a destiny that can not be understood.

Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.

The war made possible for us the solution of a whole series of problems that could never have been solved in normal times.

There will come a day, when all the lies will collapse under their own weight, and truth will again triumph.

Every age that has historical status is governed by aristocracies. Aristocracy with the meaning – the best are ruling. Peoples do never govern themselves. That lunacy was concocted by liberalism. Behind its people’s sovereignty the slyest cheaters are hiding, who don’t want to be recognized.

Crisis is the path to happiness. Decay and disintegration do not spell doom, but ascent and beginning. The powerful forces of a new creation operate in the hush beyond the noise of the day.

Christianity is not a religion for the masses, let alone for all. Cultivated by few and translated into deeds, it is one of the most splendid blossoms that can grow in the soul of a good man.

The age of hairsplitting Jewish intellectualism is dead. The past lies in flames.

The rank and file are usually much more primitive than we imagine. Propaganda must therefore always be essentially simple and repetitious.

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment.

The best way to destroy the bridge between the visible and invisible is by trying to explain your emotions.

No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone.

What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.

My opinion is it’s a bridge too far to go to fully autonomous cars.