While many historians do consider them significant, take Wagener's memoir with a pinch of salt, the author was writing the hagiography of a man he was infatuated with:

"Hitler turned his large, unfathomable eyes on me; once again, as they had in Nuremberg, they impressed me with their deep and infinite goodness, as if they constantly wanted to give something without saying anything."

Even Hitler never painted as rose-coloured a view of himself as Wagener does.