Nothing could be smarter, more splendid, more brilliant, better drawn up than two armies. Trumpets, fifes, hautboys, drums, cannons, formed a harmony such as never been heard in hell.

Go get yourself crucified and then rise on the third day.

We must cultivate our own garden.

You write your name in the snow Yet say nothing.

If you want to kill Christianity you must abolish Sunday.

Where some states possess an army, the Prussian Army possesses a state.

If this is the best of possible worlds, what then are the others?