Nobody knows the real Goering. I am a man of many parts.
Hermann Goering, 27 May 1946
Just name any subject to me and I will be glad to give you all the information at my disposal. I swear by God I am not trying to hide anything.
Albert Goering, 25 September 1945
Every morning as we woke up, every night as we lay down to sleep, we cursed Death who had vainly beckoned us to his mighty banquet. And each of us envied the dead. They were at rest beneath the soil, and next spring violets would grow from their bones. But we returned home, fruitless and inconsolable, crippled, a generation dedicated to death, by death disdained.
Joseph Roth, The Emperor’s Tomb