Book: Sudden guide to working with people: Bavaria

The best always goes to the best. To Caesar - what is Caesar's, and to God - what is divine. What you have enough internal resources for, then you will get. And if you are a moron, then you cannot be equal to a worthy person in terms of your rights, in your voice, in everything. The herd, the flock - one leader. Not every sheep wanders wherever it wants. Even stupid animals like cows have a leader. The one who is able to take responsibility for the situation, that is the crown. Do you think you and I are equal? No. Or ... hypothetically. Until the first bump. And as soon as he throws it into the air, the one who will take on the solution of the problem will get the crown.

but until we give her life.

Before you study the world, you need to organize it. And if you just climb the hollows, while the devils are over your head what is happening, this is not science, this is cowardice. Escape from reality.

I'll tell you the story. Parable. About Hansel. Here is Hansel, here is the thirteenth century, when the Prussians baptized the order. Hansel loves the order very much, loves Christ very much, loves me - his Landmeister very much. I give him people and send him to build me a fortress at the junction of two rivers. This is a very important place, profitable, you can raise good wealth on one crossing only. Time passes. I can't call Hansel every day. Suppose this crossing is very far away in the pagan lands. There is not only a fortress to rebuild, there is a need to think over the entire infrastructure, taxation, duties - that's all. Also, the Wild Prussians attack, they also need to be pacified. And nothing here in time will not postpone, you will not tell the wild Pruss that the rod cut you - wait, I'm here now with the duties to deal with, then fight. You can't tell the merchants either - hey, you're here for now, I'll deal with the prussians, and your hands will reach you. Five years pass, I finally get to Hansel. What do I see? Four dead pigs, snotty aunts and a stunted palisle. Why? And because Hansel has everything - the Fuhrer, everything - us. We are the Order, we are the Fuehrer, but it is not I, Hansel, who will do it. Because he wanted to learn. And something was not taught him - how to build fortresses, organize taxes, collect people, he also came to the order to study, but he was not taught. Do your comrades expect suggestions from me? When you talk about the organization of sixty million, it is not necessary to think about the Fuehrer and not about the Party, and not about the fact that someday the fairy godmother will teach you. You have to think with your head. And if any of you will say to me: you and I, Franz, so there should be plans or at least the rudiments of plans, and not enthusiasm, albeit firm, but naked. Not "we're with you, and now come on, I'm waiting for your suggestions." That's my proposal - this is the first step. Because if I build something, it's not on the Hansels. I see?

The Templars never dreamed of creating their own state. For them, it was an initially impossible goal. The Teutons have proven that this is not the case. But even if they failed, everything Gerhard did was not wasted. I am for taking on beauty. It doesn't matter if I reach the finish line or die on the way. I will get what I deserve. But it’s impossible to take on something, I don’t know what, then, I don’t know when, and there, I don’t know where, no matter how much enthusiasm you have.

To me too - a fairy tale about rods. So what if you can't break ten twigs like one? You can saw through them. I built myself a sawmill and at least got drunk - at least hundreds of twigs at a time. This is a temporary measure. If we are talking about hardness, and here such hardness is needed, then be the one that cannot be broken or cut through. Be a diamond. What does one twig or ten have to do with it?

But all people do not fully understand what they are choosing.
More precisely, no one ever fully understands what they are choosing.
Everyone just makes a choice - every second. And every second you need to choose the right one.
And you either stand up for your choice or suck it off.

But they are scared! They are people - even when you are clearly ready to set the algorithm for them, you still need to wipe them off the snot - you will succeed, you can, come on! And then they fall on their backs with the corpses of gophers - "yyyy, I can't, wife, children, the ghost of a Jewish great-grandmother. Suddenly, I screw up and everyone will say I'm a moron, no I can never." And they can't! Because they are lazy,, make an effort on themselves and motle.

FRANZ: I don't regret it. I'm not going back to comma...
AMALIA: That's for nothing. So, you will regret later. The later, Franz, regret, the less can be changed.

We all like a world where beings are developed enough to make a strict social hierarchy feel like equality. We all want a world where you can genuinely respect your neighbor because your neighbor deserves it. He does not claim your respect with empty stink, when he does not even deserve a stake, and he is capable of warmth, is not afraid of warmth and is open to you as you are open to him. We all want a world inhabited by worthy creatures. Only I can't see how a division by nationality can lead to this. And if you will allow me, I believe that the time when you set laws only for your kingdom is far in the past. Even in the thirteenth century, this was no longer the case. Today, when we have transatlantic telephones, airplanes, radio, cinema, you have to set moral laws for humanity as a whole. The Fuehrer is actively working with Japan. The Japanese are also nationalists. They, too, are convinced that the superior race should be no more than sixty meters tall, moon-faced, narrow-eyed and black with hair, that coal. Blacks say, you're very good for white. Everyone is Nazis and racists. Everyone is every human being, because every wader will scream that his swamp is not the only one not a swamp. If you want to be above it all, you have to be different from them. They have to measure themselves by you, they won't do it if you're the same wader who just as hysterically praises his swamp.

It is not at all difficult - to bend a blade of grass in the direction in which it is necessary, there are no struggles here. God!

Tips shouted that government can control any cook, with Stalin chopped off the heads of anyone who dared even breathe on it again and forged iron. Hitler screamed - one people, one leader, and a blanket of power went hand so that crackling was on the whole Reich. However, only Hitler and Stalin were the titans, all the other politicians rode them in the legs a bunch of pygmies, not yet decided, whether to stay in one pygmy flock, whether to choose titanium.
Only the titans have fallen, gentlemen.
Fate of the titans - rise and fall.
Survive the pygmies.

Love is hallucinations for two, of which you are forced to live all the billions of people on the planet. And love you with that fuel.