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Bolshevism Turns Flourishing Countryside Into Sinister Wastes Of Ruins; National Socialism Transforms A Reich Of Destruction And Misery Into A Healthy State With A Flourishing Economic Life.

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.

The Whole Of Education Should Be Designed So As To Occupy A Boy's Free Time In Cultivation Of His Body. He Has No Right To Loaf About Idly; But After His Day's Work Is Done, He Ought To Harden His Young Body, So That Life May Not Find Him Soft When He Enters It. No One Should Be Allowed To Sin At The Expense Of Posterity, That Is, Of The Race.

This Arch-liar Today Shows That Britain Never Was In A Position To Wage War Alone. This Gabbler, This Drunkard Churchill. And Then His Accomplice In The White House, This Mad Fool.

Perhaps We Are Only Forerunners. Twenty Or Even A Hundred Years May Pass Before The National Socialist Idea Is Victorious; Those Who Believe In The Ideal Today May Die: But What Is A Man In The Development Of A People, Of Mankind.