Quotes About Power

Das Proletariat ist ein Interessenverband. [...] Dass ihr euer Recht wollt, ist eure Pflicht. Und ich bin euer Freund, denn wir haben denselben Feind, weil ich die Gerechtigkeit liebe. Ich bin euer Freund, obwohl ihr darauf pfeift. Aber, mein Herr, auch wenn Sie an die Macht kommen, werden die Ideale der Menschheit im Verborgenen sitzen und weiterweinen. Man ist noch nicht gut und klug, bloß weil man arm ist.

Machthunger und Geldgier sind Geschwister, aber mit mir sind sie nicht verwandt

No matter how improbable an assertion is, if it is made with enough assurance it has an affect.

Kat and Kropp get in an argument over the war as they rest from an hour's worth of drill (occasioned by Tjaden's not saluting a major properly). Kat believes the war would be over if leaders gave all the participants "the same grub and the same pay," as he says in a rhyme. Kropp believes the leaders of each country should fight each other in an arena to settle the war; the "wrong" people currently do the fighting.

Today the aggressor is the shepherd of peace, and the beaten and hunted are the troublemakers of the world. What's more, there are whole races who believe it!

Isterijos ir baim?s apimti žmon?s seka paskui lozungus, nepriklausomai nuo to, kas ir kieno vardu juos skelbia, jei tik r?ksnys pažada masei prisiimti sunki? m?stymo našt? ir atsakomyb? už tai, ko ji bijo, bet negali išvengti.

if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you can spread dripping on your bread.

It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men. They are so much more energetic and compromising than the big fellows.

I hate it when people mix things, I hate the cowlike yearning toward one another while the beauty and the power of a great work breaks over one; I hate the swimming looks of lovers, the foolish blissful cuddling, the indecent sheepish happiness that can never rise above itself; I hate all the talk of becoming one through love;

A word of command has made these silent figures our enemies; a word of command might transform them into our friends.

To jedna z tych chwil, kiedy barwy siÄ™ rozpadajÄ…, a ?ycie szarzeje w bezsilnych dÅ'oniach. Mistyczny odpÅ'yw. Bezd?wiÄ™czna cezura miÄ™dzy oddechami. UkÄ…szenie czasu, który powoli po?era serce.

My feet begin to move forward in my boots, I go quicker, I run. Soldiers pass by me, I hear their voices without understanding. The earth is streaming with forces which pour into me through the soles of my feet. The night crackles electrically, the front thunders like a concert of drums. My limbs move supplely, I feel my joints strong, I breathe the air deeply. The night lives, I live. I feel a hunger, greater than comes from the belly alone.

Look, if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you spread dripping on your bread.

But is the primary law of this world, where the old rule the young, that one must serve one's time. It is no question of ability. Else what would become of old dodderers who cling to their power?

Might! I say to myself, Might, always Might—and be it no more than an inch it is merciless.

It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men. They are so much more energetic and uncompromising than the big fellows.

Bir emir bu sessiz kiÅŸileri bizim düÅŸman?m?z yapt?. Bir emir onlar? dostumuz yapabilirdi. Hiçbirimizi tan?mayan birkaç kiÅŸi, herhangi bir masan?n çevresinde toplan?p bir yaz?y? imzalad?lar. BaÅŸka zaman olsa bütün dünyan?n hakaretini ve cezas?n? üstüne çekecek olan bu yaz?, bizler için y?llarca en yüksek amaç yerine geçecek.

Vahi ja vaata! Nad ehitavad relvatehaseid, sest nad tahavad rahu; nad ehitavad koonduslaagreid, sest nad armastavad tõde; õiglus on iga erakondliku hulluse kattevari, poliitilised gangsterid on lunastajad, ning vabadus on igasuguse võimuahnuse lipukiri.

Bir emir bu sessiz sakin hayalleri bizim düÅŸman?m?z yapt?; bir emir onlar? bizim dostumuz yapabilir. Herhangi bir masa ba??nda, hiçbirimizin tan?mad??? birkaç kiÅŸi taraf?ndan, bir yaz? imzalan?r. BaÅŸka vakit dünyan?n nefret edip en büyük cezalara çarpt?rd??? ÅŸey, insan öldürmek, y?llarca baÅŸ gayemiz olur.

After three weeks it was no longer incomprehensible to us that a braided postman should have more authority over us than had formerly our parents, our teachers, and the whole gamut of culture from Plato to Goethe.

So seltsam es scheinen mag, aber alle möglichen Probleme und Unglücke in dieser Welt kommen sehr oft von Menschen mit kleiner Statur; Sie haben einen viel streitsüchtigeren und energischeren Charakter als große Menschen.

So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this forever, it will always come back and stand before me.

It's a primary law of this world that the old rule the young, that one must serve mine's time. It is no question of ability. Else what would become of the old dodderers who cling to power?

Aliás, é engraçado como o infortúnio do mundo provém tão freqüentemente de homens baixos: são muito mais enérgicos, de gênio muito pior do que os indivíduos altos.