Apart from my absolute belief in National Socialism and my conviction of Hitler's superhuman heroism, I had always been attracted to Germany.

The people of England will curse themselves for having preferred ruin from Churchill to peace from Hitler.

Almost everything in 'A Day With Wilbur Robinson' has some basis in truth. And yes, my sister did pay me to feed her grapes while she talked to her boyfriend on the phone.

I don't regard Jews as a class. I regard them as a privileged misfortune.

His life was a book of his own writing, one orderly page after another.

I would gladly say 'Heil Hitler!' and at once part company with him, realizing what a pitiable insult it is to such a great man to try to flatter him with such an imitation which he has always disdained. His way is for Germany, ours is for Britain; let us tread our paths with mutual respect, which is rarely increased by borrowing.

Life is made up of danger and heartbreak, I laugh in the face of both!