“You, up there: I hate you waking and sleeping. I will hate and curse you in the hour of my death. I will hate and curse you from my grave, and it will be your children and your children’s children who will have to bear my curse. I have no other weapon against you but this curse, I know that it withers the heart of him who utters it, I do not know if I will survive your downfall. But this I know, that a man must hate this Germany with all his heart if he really loves it. I would ten times rather die than see you triumph.” DespairHatredTyranny Book:Diary of a Man in Despair Source: Diary of a Man in Despair
“Really, this people, only yesterday so intelligent and discerning, seem to have been overcome by a disease of the mind” DespairManNaziDiaryHitler S Germany Author:Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen
“I still remember our first meeting, when Albers brought him to my house. On the little carriage which carried him from the station, and which was hardly built with such loads in mind, sat a massive figure who appeared even more enormous by virtue of the thick overcoat he wore. Everything about him had the effect of extraordinary permanence and solidity: the deep bass voice; the tweed jacket, already, at that time, almost habitual; the appetite at dinner; and at night, the truly Cyclopean snoring, loud as a series of buzz saws, which frightened the other guests at my Chiemgau country house out of their peaceful slumbers.” SorrowDespairManNaziDiaryGermany 1945 Book:Diary of a Man in Despair Source: Diary of a Man in Despair
“In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers” NaziGermany 1945 Book:Diary of a Man in Despair Source: Diary of a Man in Despair
“I have hated you in every hour that has gone by, I hate you so that I would happily give my life for your death, and happily go to my own doom if only I could witness yours, take you with me into the depths. When I let this hate free, I am almost overcome by it, but I cannot change this and do not really know how it could be otherwise. Let no one deprecate this, nor fool himself about the power of such hatred. Hate drives to reality. Hate is the father of the action. The way out of our defiled and desecrated house is through the command to hate Satan. Only so will be earn the right to search in the darkness for the way of love. In our hatred, we are like bees who must pay with their lives for the use of their stingers.” HateDespairManNaziDiary Author:Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen