و من الصمت أيضًا، تولد الأشياء مقلوبة، مختلة الترتيب، عبثية، مدانة. - Thomas Mann

The German people cannot, in the last resort, blink their eyes to the fact that England's attitude to power is quite other, and an incomparably more natural and straightforward one, than her own. Both parties understand something quite different by it—it is the same word with a wholly different meaning. To Englishmen power is in no way the darkly emotional concept as viewed by Germans; power, in English eyes, implies no emotions—the will to power is a German invention—but a function; they exercise it in the gentlest and most unobtrusive manner, with the least possible display, and safeguarding as much freedom as is feasible, for they do not believe that power is a proclamation of slavery, and are therefore not slaves to power themselves. That is called Liberalism—an old-fashioned word for a very vital thing; for he alone is free who allowed others to be free, and the taskmaster is owned by no man as his lord.

Only indifference is free. What is distinctive is never free, it is stamped with its own seal, conditioned and chained.

O, čarobna organsko lepoto, koja se ne sastojiš ni iz uljane boje ni iz kamena, već iz materije žive i raspadljive, pune grozničave tajne života i truljenja! Pogledaj divnu simetriju ljudskog sklopa, ramena i bedra i rascvetane bradavice s jedne i s druge strane grudi, i rebra poređana po parovima, i pupak usred mekote trbuha, i tamni pol između butina! Pogledaj samo kako se lopatice miču pod svilastom kožom na leđima i pogledaj kičmu koja se spušta ka dvostrukoj i svežoj bujnosti stražnjice, i velike grane sudova i živaca koje prelaze sa stabla u grane preko pazuha, i pogledaaj kako sklop ruku odgovara sklopu nogu. O da milih predela u udubljenju zgloba na laktu i kolenu, sa njihovim obiljem organskih tananosti obloženih mesom! Kakva neizmerna radost, milovati ta divna mesta ljudskoga tela! Radost posle koje čovek ne žali da umre! Oh, daj da osetim miris kože pod tvojom čašicom, pod kojom večno načinjena zglobna čaura luči svoje mazivo! Pusti me da sneno dodirnem ustima arteriju femoralis koja kuca na vrhu butine i koja se dole deli u dve golenične arterije! Pusti me da osetim isparavanje tvojih pora i da opipam tvoje malje, tu ljudsku sliku vode i belančevine, određenu za anatomiju groba, i pusti me da umrem sa usnama položenim na tvoje.