...a Man Does Not Die For Business,

Once Again The Songs Of The Fatherland Roared To The Heavens Along The Endless Marching Columns, And For The Last Time The Lord's Grace Smiled On His Ungrateful Children.

Tell A Lie Loud Enough And Long Enough And People Will Believe It.

Germany Has Solemnly Recognized And Guaranteed France Her Frontiers As Determined After The Saar Plebiscite... We Thereby Finally Renounced All Claims To Alsace-lorraine, A Land For Which We Have Fought Two Great Wars.

The Man And The Movement Seemed 'reactionary' In My Eyes. My Common Sense Of Justice, However, Forced Me To Change This Judgment In Proportion As I Had Occasion To Become Acquainted With The Man And His Work; And Slowly My Fair Judgment Turned To Unconcealed Admiration. Today, More Than Ever, I Regard This Man As The Greatest German Mayor Of All Times.

Marching Diverts Man's Thoughts. Marching Kills Thoughts. Marching Makes An End Of Individuality. Marching Is The Indispensable Magic Stroke Performed In Order To Accustom People To A Mechanical, Quasi-ritualistic Activity Until It Becomes Second Nature.