The great virtues of the German people have created more evils than idleness ever did vices.

Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last you are going to see of him till he emerges on the other side of his Atlantic with his verb in his mouth.

The work of bestial degradation, begun by the victorious Germans, had been carried to its conclusion by the Germans in defeat.

We Germans fear God, but nothing else in the world.

Is it possible for anyone in Germany, nowadays, to raise his right hand, for whatever the reason, and not be flooded by the memory of a dream to end all dreams?