Fools You Are Who Say

The Statesman's Task Is To Hear God's Footsteps Marching Through History, And To Try And Catch On To His Coattails As He Marches Past.

I Am Bored. The Great Things Are Done. The German Reich Is Made.

Earthly Majesty Is Always Akin To The Fallen Angel, Who Is Proud And Unhappy, Beautiful But Troubled, And Whose Plans And Efforts, Though Vast, Are Denied Access.

I Consider Even A Victorious War As An Evil, From Which Statesmanship Must Endeavor To Spare Nations.

Politics Is The Art Of The Possible, The Attainable — The Art Of The Next Best