As a cabin boy on a Norwegian sailing ship I earned five kronen a week in addition to my keep.

One day I heard a speech of Hitler. In this speech he said that the German factory worker and the German labourer must make common cause with the German intellectual worker.

I could not have the honour of being a German soldier because of my imprisonment in the First World War. And in this world war the Fuehrer refuses to allow me to serve as a soldier.

I was never informed in advance about the start of the war or about foreign political developments.

I am dying innocent. The sentence is wrong. God protect Germany and make Germany great again. Long live Germany! God protect my family!

I was elected to the Diet in the same way as at every parliamentary election.

Himmler, Bormann, and Goebbels, they were probably bad fellows.

My connection with the Reich Ministers was of a purely official nature and was very infrequent.

Although as a sailor I despised politics - for I loved my sailor's life and still love it today - conditions forced me to take up a definite attitude towards political problems.

I was member of the Diet as long as it existed, until May 1933.

The Diet was dissolved by a Reich Government decree.

I carefully choose people in my life and if you are not happy with it, then its your call to be angry, broken, disappointed and lose sleep over my choice, judgement & decision... no apologies.

You see that old woman? That will never happen to you. You will never grow old, and you will never die.And it means something else too, doesn't it? I shall never ever grow up.

That's the biggest gap in sports, the difference between the winner and the loser of the Super Bowl.

Many of our prayers were not answered, and for this we are now grateful.

I don't feel despair because I am able to make the films I want to make, and that gives me hope.

Don't judge the future of a person based on his present conditions, becausetime has the power to change black coal to shiny diamond.

The very fact that the youthful soul feels insecure strengthens its active aspiration to master its insecurity.

Compassionate conservative. I don't know what that is, it sounds like a Volvo with a gun rack.

Seems to me that there is no better way to experience the depth of loss than after the fact. No more powerful instrument of imbuing value in an object than parting with it.

I just would use any instrument known to man in any combination as long as it describes an emotion.