My subject is my life, and my life is my subject.

One day the great European War will come out of some damned foolish thing in the Balkans (1888).

A bad plan that is well executed will yield much better results than a good plan that is poorly executed.

I am bored. The great things are done. The German Reich is made.

You can't destroy the polish national-consciousness or Poles on the battlefield, but if you give them power, they will destroy themselves

The Balkans arent worth the life of a single Pomeranian grenadier.

We Germans fear God, but nothing else in the world.