Truth is inner harmony.

Three hundred men, each of whom knows all the other, govern the fate of the European continent, and they elect their successors from their entourage.

There in the midst of German life is an alien and isolated race of men. Loud and self-conscious in their dress, hot-blooded and restless in their manner. An Asiatic horde on the sandy plains of Prussia. Forming among themselves a close corporation, rigorously shut off from the rest of the world.

Always assume your opponent to be smarter than you.

Three hundred men, all of whom know one another, direct the economic destiny of Europe and choose their successors from among themselves.

A man must be strong enough to mold the peculiarity of his imperfections into the perfection of his peculiarities.

Truth is inner harmony.