The German people are an orderly, vain, deeply sentimental and rather insensitive people. They seem to feel at their best when they are singing in chorus, saluting or obeying orders.

We can't have any weak or silly. Life is real again, and the useless and cumbersome and mischievous have to die. They ought to die. They ought to be willing to die. It's a sort of disloyalty, after all, to live and taint the race.

Every one of these hundreds of millions of human beings is in some form seeking happiness.... Not one is altogether noble nor altogether trustworthy nor altogether consistent; and not one is altogether vile.... Not a single one but has at some time wept.

Is it any wonder that to this day this Galilean is too much for our small hearts?

Non-violence is the policy of the vegetable kingdom.

If there is no God, nothing matters. If there is a God, nothing else matters.

Leaders should lead as far as they can and then vanish. Their ashes should not choke the fire they have lit.