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A nation is not an aggregate of anonymous individuals, standardized and interchangeable with any other people of any other nation. A nation has an ethnic and cultural identity, which is its property and which it has the right (and even the duty) to protect and maintain.

Honor to the Soldier, and Sailor everywhere, who bravely bears his country’s cause. Honor also to the citizen who cares for his brother in the field, and serves, as he best can, the same cause—honor to him, only less than to him, who braves, for the common good, the storms of heaven and the storms of battle.

Experience is always the best tutor, and of course any system of training is really just an attempt to impart lessons from the experience and insights of others.

He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Better to starve free than be a fat slave.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

We ought to bear in mind the disregard that nature has for unintelligent good intentions, and the vixenish severity with which she treats them.

By means of ever more effective methods of mind-manipulation, the democracies will change their nature; the quaint old forms—elections, parliaments, Supreme Courts and all the rest—will remain. The underlying substance will be a new kind totalitarianism.

All the traditional names, all the hallowed slogans will remain exactly what they were in the good old days. Democracy and freedom will be the theme of every broadcast and editorial. Meanwhile the ruling oligarchy and its highly trained elite of soldiers, policemen, thought-manufacturers and mind-manipulators will quietly run the show as they see fit.

I have fulfilled my duty to those who perished, and this gives me relief and peace of mind.

In our country the lie has become not just a moral category but a pillar of the State. In breaking with the lie we are performing a moral act, not a political one … [an act that] would immediately have an effect on our way of life.

If our youth, once it has learned everything and understood everything, does not support us, then that would be because of lack of courage. And then both it and we will have deserved our sad fate, and we will not be able to complain about anyone, only about our internal slavery.

The truth will get through and will become known. For decades it was so stilled, so hushed up and locked away that its appearance in its full force will shock anyone who did not know — but it will broaden his mind and give him strength for the future.

You can resolve to live your life with integrity. Let your credo be this: Let the lie come into the world, let it even triumph. But not through me.

As seen from the outside, the massive upheaval in Western society is approaching the limit beyond which it will become “meta-stable” and must collapse.

And the simple step of a simple courageous man is not to partake in falsehood, not to support false actions! … But writers and artists can achieve more: they can CONQUER FALSEHOOD! In the struggle with falsehood art always did win and it always does win! Openly, irrefutably for everyone! Falsehood can hold out against much in this world, but not against art.

One word of truth shall outweigh the whole world.

The world is overrun by the brazen conviction that force can do everything, while justice can do nothing.

The spirit of Munich is an illness of the will power of the well-to-do. It is the everyday state of those who have given in to the desire for well-being at any price, to material prosperity as the main aim of life on this earth. Such people, and there are many of them in the world today, choose to be passive and to retreat, just so normal life may last a little bit longer, just so hardship can be put off for yet another day. As for tomorrow, “you never know, it may turn out alright”. But it won’t. The price of cowardice will be all the higher. Courage and victory come to us only when we are prepared to make sacrifices.

I’m a follower of truth, first and foremost. Truth is my religion, truth is my guide, my master. And truth doesn’t come from any man-made ideology. If it’s an idea that someone dreamed up, then it’s definitely a falsehood. Truth comes from nature herself, from the universe. It just is.

Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.

We encounter in the hearts of men a degenerate taste for equality which inspires the weak to bring the strong down to their level and reduces men to prefer equality in slavery to inequality in freedom.

Without an objective standard of what a human being really should be we cannot determine whether we are declining or progressing.

The yearning for radiance and innocent pleasure, free of guilt—and for the satisfaction of always doing the right thing—is the start of ethical and aesthetic ossification.

What the West used to accuse the Soviet Union of, is now actually clearly detectable in the United States and the United Kingdom themselves: surveillance is at every step, these days; in New York, London, Sydney, and even in the countryside. Every move a person makes, every purchase, every computer click, is registered; somewhere, somehow. And this monitoring is, mostly, not even illegal. Speech is controlled by political correctness. Someone behind the scenes decides what is acceptable and what is not, what is desirable or not, and even what is permissible. You make one ‘mistake’ and you are out; from the teaching positions at the universities, or from the media outlets. In such conditions, humor cannot thrive, and satire dies. It is not unlike religious fundamentalism: you get destroyed if you ‘offend’.

Walk toward the fire. Don’t worry about what they call you. All those things are said against you because they want to stop you in your tracks. But if you keep going, you’re sending a message to people who are rooting for you, who are agreeing with you. The message is that they can do it, too.

We don’t have the luxury of time to worry about whether or not the truth we speak offends a small group of people in this country who pull the strings. I hope I offend them. I seek to offend them.

I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscape—the loneliness of it—the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.

Nothing unites us now, not religious faith, not cultural memory, not a common understanding of virtue, not the natural goodness of manhood and womanhood, not children, not the elderly, nothing. We do not seek “the naked bedrock of character and capacity,” because they are judgements against us.

Human life, like all other kinds of life, cannot be the sport of foolish ideals. However nice and pleasant it may sound to say that the brotherhood of mankind, in which every man has a voice in the direction of human affairs, is the state of bliss, we who support the aristocratic ideal know that that state is one of decay, of doubt, of muddle and of mistakes. Now man cannot doubt, cannot be muddled and cannot make mistakes with impunity. Sooner or later he has to pay for these luxurious fads, by losses in the physique and the term of life of his nation.

Look about you now! Observe the myriads of ugly, plain and asymmetrical faces in our streets; observe the illness and the botchedness about you! Note, too, the innumerable societies founded in all the corners of the British Empire, with the object of “reforming” some erroneous policy, or of redressing some grievance. Is it not clear to you, when you see all these things, that something is wrong, and that that something which is wrong cannot be made right by the same class of mind which has given rise to all the muddle and confusion? Is it not clear to you that the men who know, the men of taste and sound instinct, no longer have any say in human affairs?

From whichever quarter the principle of human equality is approached, it appears to recede into ever deeper dimness and obscurity the more hotly it is pursued. What does this elusiveness signify? Has the principle any reality at all? That is to say, is it something that can be realised? Or is it the most unscrupulous lie that has ever been sewn as a device upon the banner of a faction?

From the standpoint of national affairs Aristocracy is the principle of life, Democracy is and cannot help being the principle of disintegration and decay.

The first principle of every sound and healthy morality ought to be this: “Thou shalt not sacrifice the greater to the less; but, if need be, the less to the greater.”

We need to remember that tolerance is not a Christian virtue. Charity, justice, mercy, prudence, honesty — these are Christian virtues.

Evil preaches tolerance until it is dominant, then it tries to silence good.

Kings can occasionally be bought. Democracies are always for sale.

Those who cannot face danger like men are the slaves of any invader.

Nothing contrary to nature is noble.

Masculine republics give way to feminine democracies. Feminine democracies give way to tyranny.

Everybody pities the weak; jealousy you have to earn.

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbor.

With our knowledge of the complete unalterability both of character and of mental faculties, we are led to the view that a real and thorough improvement of the human race might be reached not so much from outside as from within, not so much by theory and instruction as rather by the path of generation.

Plato had something of the kind in mind when, in the fifth book of his Republic, he explained his plan for increasing and improving his warrior caste. If we could castrate all scoundrels and stick all stupid geese in a convent, and give men of noble character a whole harem, and procure men, and indeed thorough men, for all girls of intellect and understanding, then a generation would soon arise which would produce a better age than that of Pericles.

The world is not a piece of machinery and animals are not articles manufactured for our use.

Thus, because Christian morality leaves animals out of account …, they are at once outlawed in philosophical morals; they are mere “things”, mere means to any ends whatsoever. They can therefore be used for vivisection, hunting, coursing, bullfights and horse racing, and can be whipped to death as they struggle along with heavy carts of stone. Shame on such a morality that is worthy of pariahs, chandalas and mlecchas, and that fails to recognize the eternal essence that exists in every living thing, and shines forth with inscrutable significance from all eyes that see the sun!

How poor most faces are! With the exception of those that are beautiful, good-natured, or intellectual, that is to say, the very few and far between, I believe a person of any fine feeling scarcely ever sees a new face without a sensation akin to a shock, for the reason that it presents a new and surprising combination of unedifying elements. To tell the truth, it is, as a rule, a sorry sight. There are some people whose faces bear the stamp of such artless vulgarity and baseness of character, such an animal limitation of intelligence, that one wonders how they can appear in public with such a countenance, instead of wearing a mask. There are faces, indeed, the very sight of which produces a feeling of pollution.

We live in an age when to be young and to be indifferent can no longer be synonymous. We must prepare for the coming hour.

I have brought myself by long meditation to the conviction that a human being with a settled purpose must accomplish it, and that nothing can resist a will which will stake even existence upon its fulfilment.

Be at war with your vices, at peace with your neighbours, and let every year find you a better man.

Whoever would overthrow the liberty of a nation must begin by subduing the freeness of speech.

Now to all your race be refused
The gift of swords and of bright treasures,
Joys of homeland and of the native hearth:
Bare of the rights of our life
Shall each be, when far away,
The noble learn of your flight,
That infamous deed. Death is better
For each noble man than a disgraceful life.

Most people will look around for someone who will tell them what they already have decided what they wish to believe, and when they find someone who will tell them that, they will follow them without question, because it makes them feel good.

Though the problems of the world are increasingly complex, the solutions remain embarrassingly simple.

You can awaken a man who is asleep, but you will never awaken a man who is pretending to be asleep.

Imagine every institution in your whole social-political system attacking fathers and masculinity, and breaking apart families so that the state could offer itself as a surrogate father/husband, to make the population more hopelessly dependent on it. How crazy would that be.

What a chimera then is man! What a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a contradiction, what a prodigy! Judge of all things, imbecile worm of the earth, repository of truth, a sewer of uncertainty and error, the glory and the scum of the universe!

It is possible to have a pretty good life and career being a leech and a parasite in the media world, gadding about from TV studio to TV studio, writing inconsequential pieces and having a good time.

Extremely successful civilizations reminded themselves of death, constantly.

The Left and the third world will face the same disappointment. In the classic human self-destructive paradigm, they will rise to total power on the wings of equality, only to find that they killed off that which made them want power in the first place.

Then we will have another shattered civilization, never to rise again, and more impoverished people moaning about “what could have been” while they ignore their own culpability in destroying what, despite its imposing appearance, gave us all a better way of life.

Democracy produces leaders who are competent at working the system, but by definition incompetent at the world outside of it, so they ably seize power and then run the system into the ground. As we look up from the ruins, we see their private jets fleeing to Switzerland.

People have become so negative that they deny any beauty, goodness, and divinity to this world. That is our enemy. You can have love of self, or love of world. All of us must decide. Love of world does not mean materialism, because that is love of self. It means acceptance of the universe as it is in reality, and a recognition that we have to look carefully to understand it, which requires disciplining ourselves, and only through that process can we see its beauty.

When you try to treat people as equals, you give the bad guys a leg up, and soon trust dies, and after that everyone becomes selfish and acts exclusively in self-interest, producing a chaotic and unstable society.

They’ve had since 1945 to show us the grand Utopia that they have promised, and instead we have ruined societies which do not reproduce at replacement levels because everyone is miserable.

They wouldn’t listen when we told them, and now they are enraged at us for daring to resist their parasitic, controlling impulses.

The family unit always beats the individual because the family is a center where the individual is an atom.

The Right prides itself in being a big tent where anyone who is not following the unrealistic path to egalitarianism can hang out. We are not united by one big ideal, like “equality,” as the Left are; instead we have gut instincts, common sense, history, and an ideal of being both realistic and reaching for the best possible option instead of the most popular or easiest one.

You have to be brain-dead to fail to notice that this civilization has fallen and we are living in the ruins.

We have created a system that promotes the obedient far beyond their abilities, and then has no response when they somewhat predictably cannot figure out anything that they were not taught.

Import the world, and suddenly their problems are your problems, except that now, your society is subsidizing them so it is your job to fix them. You will exhaust yourself trying to apply a universal rule onto things. Your people then become dark and miserable because they are janitors for a dying civilization. This is the typical arc of democracy once it discovers permanent larcenous rule through diversity.

The really prosperous areas where it is easy to live attract huge crowds, so the smarter people run to less hospitable areas and make greater civilizations out of those. We could re-write human history as creative producers avoiding rote consumers, and not be wrong…

If a policy is based in equality, it consists of transfer of power, wealth, and status from the capable to the incapable. There are more of them, so they win out in a democracy. All democracies go this way, and all egalitarian thinking ends up at democracy before going Full Communist.

The entire notion of “racism” and “racists” is entirely bogus and should be laughed off at this point. It means “noticing consistent traits of other groups” and also the eternal “preference for your own group” which all human sub-species (races and ethnic groups) practice, but only White people, in the grips of universalist and democratic thought, reject. We are drugged with the symbol of “equality” as part of our class warfare, and it has destroyed our societies. Laugh that one off too.

Leftists are perpetually sophomoric: they know enough to get what they want, but not enough to know what it makes sense to want.

We owe nothing to the world; we owe survival to ourselves.

Every human society so far has self-destructed by adopting class warfare to placate its underclass, bureaucracy for efficiency, and “politeness” which consists of avoiding anything which might offend anyone, which in a diverse society means just about anything will offend some group.

Egalitarian times encourage victimhood because in a society dedicated to equality, only those below the magic line of “equal” are owed anything by society, and what is given to them is taken from those above the line. For this reason, everyone wants to be a victim.

Conservatism is an idea: realism coupled with an eye toward transcendental good (arete) meaning an eternal and ongoing process of improvement. It values what has been proven in history, and sees most things on a case-by-case basis because of the intense variation on a local and particular level found in nature.

People everywhere enjoy believing things that they know are not true. It spares them the ordeal of thinking for themselves and taking responsibility for what they know.

Nothing but the air you breathe is free. Politicians cannot “provide” anything that they do not take from a productive citizen. Politicians can only provide coercion and deficit spending.

At the core of the risk-free society is a self-indulgent failure of nerve.

We make men without chests and expect of them virtue and enterprise. We laugh at honour and are shocked to find traitors in our midst. We castrate and bid the geldings be fruitful.

The homemaker has the ultimate career. All other careers exist for one purpose only – and that is to support the ultimate career.

Where men are forbidden to honour a king they honour millionaires, athletes, or film-stars instead: even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served; deny it food and it will gobble poison.

The modern habit of doing ceremonial things unceremoniously is no proof of humility; rather it proves the offender’s inability to forget himself in the rite, and his readiness to spoil for every one else the proper pleasure of ritual.

Tolkien once remarked to me that the feeling about home must have been quite different in the days when the family had fed on the produce of the same few miles of country for six generations, and that perhaps this was why they saw nymphs in the fountains and dryads in the wood – they were not mistaken for there was in a sense a real (not metaphorical) connection between them and the countryside. What had been earth and air & later corn, and later still bread, really was in them. We of course who live on a standardised international diet (you may have had Canadian flour, English meat, Scotch oatmeal, African oranges, & Australian wine to day) are really artificial beings and have no connection (save in sentiment) with any place on earth. We are synthetic men, uprooted. The strength of the hills is not ours.

There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there’s never more than one.

Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.

Stand your ground. Don’t fire unless fired upon, but if they mean to have a war let it begin here.

Deep down, below the surface of the average man’s conscience, he hears a voice whispering, “There is something not right,” no matter how much his rightness is supported by public opinion or moral code.

There is no coming to consciousness without pain.

The monarch is not concerned about the next election. He will always care more about the next generation, which is something most politicians today don’t care about.

Western man is in need of a religion connected to his roots – ethnic, spiritual, and environmental.

A man may live after losing his life, but not after losing his honour.

The earth. Smog, murder, the poisoned air, the poisoned water, the poisoned food, the hatred, the hopelessness, everything. The only beautiful thing about the earth is the animals and now they are being killed off, soon they will be gone except for pet rats and race horses.

Order and discipline are the necessary conditions of strength.

The important thing is this: To be able at any moment to sacrifice what we are for what we could become.

The individual who comes into the world in a civilization finds incomparably more than what he brings.

The fathers of families, those great adventures of the modern world.

Discernment is not knowing the difference between right and wrong. It is knowing the difference between right and almost right.

A nation dies culturally and spiritually first. Its money and its army are the last to go, but go they do once the light goes out in the nation’s soul.

The problem with most of today’s media is that if the truth doesn’t fit their narrative and agenda, it is either ignored, twisted, spun or belittled. It’s no longer news, its propaganda.

Modern society is a crash course in how many endocrine disruptors can be squeezed into the environment.

The family is a haven in a heartless world.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed in one self-place; for where we are is hell, and where hell is, there must we ever be.

We’re just supposed to pretend that everything is fine, and that we’re all on board with the government’s plans for the country and for us, and for our grandchildren. How delicately the fetters have been placed around our limbs over the last few decades. But now suddenly, we feel their weight upon us; silencing us, suffocating us.

This is one of the most urgent problems for civilized man. He has created civilization to give himself security. Security for what? For boredom? His chief problem seems to be that most human beings need a certain amount of challenge, of external stimulus, to stop them from sinking into the blank stare and blank consciousness of the idiot.

Man is normally trapped in the trivialities of his everyday life, scarcely able to see beyond the end of his nose. But in certain moments of beauty he relaxes, his soul expands, he sees distant horizons of time and space. His mind overflows with beauty – for what is beauty but this sudden expansion of consciousness into other times, other places – The delightful relaxation of tension, accompanied by the realisation that man is not really himself unless he is contemplating immense vistas!

Religion, mysticism and magic all spring from the same basic ‘feeling’ about the universe: a sudden feeling of meaning, which human beings sometimes ‘pick up’ accidentally, as your radio might pick up some unknown station. Poets feel that we are cut off from meaning by a thick, lead wall, and that sometimes for no reason we can understand the wall seems to vanish and we are suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of the infinite interestingness of things.

Our language has become a tired and inefficient thing in the hands of journalists and writers who have nothing to say.

The main trouble with human beings is their tendency to become trapped in the ‘triviality of everydayness’, in the suffocating world of their personal preoccupations. And every time they do this, they forget the immense world of broader significance that stretches around them. And since man needs a sense of meaning to release his hidden energies, this forgetfulness pushes him deeper into depression and boredom, the sense that nothing is worth the effort.

Modern man has the possibility of understanding the mechanism of consciousness, and marching directly towards his objective, with the will flexed to its maximum efficiency.

The country is dying cause of a lack of men, not a lack of programs.

Its culture: the fruit of its life, the product of its own efforts in thought and art. This culture is not international. It is the expression of the national genius, of the blood. The culture is international in its brilliance but national in origin. Someone made a fine comparison: bread and wheat may be internationally consumed, but they always bear the imprint of the soil from which they came.

There cannot be any people in this world, be they only a tribe of savages that, faced by a foreign invasion, would not consider with rending pain the predicament of its land. All peoples of the world, from history’s beginnings to this day have defended the soil of their fatherland.

New times knock at our gates! A world, with an infertile and dry soul is dying and another one is being born, belonging to those who are full of faith.

Keep clean your soul, do not forget that our salvation is work, unity and honor.

They will poison and daze them with all kinds of drinks and other poisons. Anyone wishing to conquer and destroy a people could do it by using this system: Breaking its ties with heaven and land, introducing fratricidal quarrels and fights, promoting immorality and licentiousness, by material ruin, physical poisoning, drunkenness. All these destroy a nation more than being blasted by thousands of cannon or bombed by thousands of airplanes.

Legionary life is beautiful, not because of riches, partying or the acquisition of luxury, but because of the noble comradeship which binds all Legionaries in a sacred brotherhood of struggle.

Liberalism is financed by the dividends from Conservatism.

Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.

To be fair, there is a point where most of us will agree that conservative attitudes can go too far “right.” Wheatcroft identified this potential when he said, “The great twin political problems of the age are the brutality of the right, and the dishonesty of the left.” However, it is part of the dishonesty of the left that it exaggerates this potential for brutality.

There are no ordinary moments.

When the mind is creating troubles, it’s time to come back to the body and the serenity of the present moment.

There are times to let things happen, and times to make things happen. Now is that time. You will either make things happen, watch what happens, or wonder what happened.

The peaceful warrior’s greatest battles don’t lie in the external world, but within us. These inner hurdles generate most of the obstacles and difficulties we encounter in daily life. They carry greater danger than outer problems, because they slip, unseen and unnoticed, into our every endeavor.

The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.

The more you struggle, the farther you can jump.

Civilization was not built by people lacking spines. It won’t be preserved by them either.

Women need to understand that the feminist social engineers have been lying to them for decades. They’ve been telling them that freedom is working 9-5 for ‘The Man’, engaging in casual sex, and earning money instead of pursuing lasting stable relationships and motherhood – and the lies they’ve been told have a truly sinister aim.

The rot is planetary. There is unaccountable, implausible, whacko-world stuff going on everywhere.

When you look in the mirror you see not just your face but a museum. Although your face, in one sense, is your own, it is composed of a collage of features you have inherited from your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents, and so on. The lips and eyes that either bother or please you are not yours alone but are also features of your ancestors, long dead perhaps as individuals but still very much alive as fragments in you. Even complex qualities such as your sense of balance, musical abilities, shyness in crowds, or susceptibility to sickness have been lived before. We carry the past around with us all the time, and not just in our bodies. It lives also in our customs, including the way we speak. The past is a set of invisible lenses we wear constantly, and through these we perceive the world and the world perceives us. We stand always on the shoulders of our ancestors, whether or not we look down to acknowledge them.

Beauty reminds us that we are more than mere matter and that we long for meaning from outside ourselves. And that is why modernity hates it.

The foreigners who reside among you will rise above you higher and higher, but you will sink lower and lower. They will lend to you, but you will not lend to them. They will be the head, but you will be the tail. All these curses will come on you. They will pursue you and overtake you until you are destroyed .. He will put an iron yoke on your neck until he has destroyed you.

The Lord will bring a nation against you from far away, from the ends of the earth, like an eagle swooping down, a nation whose language you will not understand, a fierce-looking nation without respect for the old or pity for the young. They will devour the young of your livestock and the crops of your land until you are destroyed.

You shall betroth a wife, but another man shall lie with her; you shall build a house, but you shall not dwell in it; you shall plant a vineyard, but shall not gather its grapes. Your ox shall be slaughtered before your eyes, but you shall not eat of it; your donkey shall be violently taken away from before you, and shall not be restored to you; your sheep shall be given to your enemies, and you shall have no one to rescue them. Your sons and your daughters shall be given to another people, and your eyes shall look and fail with longing for them all day long; and there shall be no strength in your hand. A nation whom you have not known shall eat the fruit of your land and the produce of your labor, and you shall be only oppressed and crushed continually. So you shall be driven mad because of the sight which your eyes see.

Everything suggests to me [that the Europeans] will be forced in the future to confront enormous challenges and deadly catastrophes, and not only those posed by immigration. In these ordeals, they will have the opportunity to be reborn and to find themselves again. I believe in the Europeans’ unique qualities, which are temporarily in hibernation. I believe in their active individuality, in their inventiveness, and in the awakening of their energy. This awakening will come. When? I do not know. But of this awakening, I have no doubt.

Tradition is not the past but that which does not pass.

Every nation carries a tradition, an interior realm, a whisper of ancient times.

Believe in your future.

We will no longer surrender this country or its people to the false song of globalism.

Wise leaders always put the good of their own people and their country first. The future does not belong to globalists, the future belongs to patriots. The future belongs to sovereign and independent nations who protect their citizens, respect their neighbors and honor the differences that make each country special and unique.

If you want freedom, take pride in your country. If you want democracy, hold on to your sovereignty. If you want peace, love your nation.

We remember this eternal truth: Freedom is not a gift from government. Freedom is a gift from God.

My fellow Americans, it is time to speak up loudly and strongly and powerfully, and defend the integrity of our country. It is time for our politicians to summon the bravery and determination of our American ancestors. It is time.

We are the descendants of the most daring and courageous people ever to walk on the face of the earth. We inherit their towering confidence, unwavering enthusiasm, their unbridled ambition, and their unrelenting optimism.

The more people tell you it’s not possible—that it can’t be done. The more you should be absolutely determined to prove them wrong. Treat the word “impossible” as nothing more than motivation.

We look at tomorrow and see unlimited frontiers just waiting to be explored. Our brightest discoveries are not yet known. Our most thrilling stories are not yet told. Our grandest journeys are not yet made. The American Age – The American Epic – The American Adventure – has only just begun. Our spirit is still young. The sun is still rising. God’s grace is still shining. And my fellow Americans, the best is yet to come.

For if the modern mind is whimsical and discursive, the classical mind is narrow, unhesitating, relentless. It is not a quality of intelligence that one encounters frequently these days.

The superior man is he who develops, in harmonious proportions, his moral, intellectual, and physical nature. This should be the end at which men of all classes should aim, and it is this only which constitutes real greatness.

To immerse oneself in popular culture for any length of time is to wallow in an almost unbearable shallowness. Was the sum of European endeavor and achievement really meant to culminate in this?

Europe is committing suicide. Or at least its leaders have decided to commit suicide. Whether the European people choose to go along with this is, naturally, another matter.

Europe today has little desire to reproduce itself, fight for itself or even take its own side in an argument. By the end of the lifespans of most people currently alive, Europe will not be Europe and the peoples of Europe will have lost the only place in the world we had to call home.

The great French cathedrals, so full of beauty and interest, are now like whales washed up on an alien shore, the faith that built them a flickering light.

Our vegetable garden is coming along well, with radishes and beans up, and we are less worried about the revolution than we used to be.

We need to understand the world in a radically old way.

One basic truth can be used as a foundation for a mountain of lies, and if we dig down deep enough in the mountain of lies, and bring out that truth, to set it on top of the mountain of lies; the entire mountain of lies will crumble under the weight of that one truth, and there is nothing more devastating to a structure of lies than the revelation of the truth upon which the structure of lies was built, because the shock waves of the revelation of the truth reverberate, and continue to reverberate throughout the Earth for generations to follow, awakening even those people who had no desire to be awakened to the truth.

Who knoweth the spirit of men that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth?

When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.

The conscious and intelligent manipulation of the organized habits and opinions of the masses is an important element in democratic society. Those who manipulate this unseen mechanism of society constitute an invisible government which is the true ruling power of our country.

If we understand the mechanisms and motives of the group mind, it is now possible to control and regiment the masses according to our will without their knowing it. In almost every act of our daily lives, whether in the sphere of politics or business, in our social conduct or our ethical thinking, we are dominated by the relatively small number of persons who understand the mental processes and social patterns of the masses. It is they who pull the wires which control the public mind.

What a piece of work is man, How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, In form and moving how express and admirable, In action how like an Angel, In apprehension how like a god, The beauty of the world, The paragon of animals.

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonorable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.

We know what we are, but we know not what we may be.

I love the name of honor more than I fear death.

Our doubts are traitors
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.

There’s a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will.

We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason if we dig deep in our history and remember that we are not descended from fearful men, not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate and to defend causes which were for the moment unpopular.

All leftism is based on demanding freedom from natural laws, calling them oppression, and denying reality, pretending natural consequences are imposed by some human antagonist and not reality itself.

The brutal, painful fact is this: the average person living in a Western country increasingly has nothing to live for. He has little family, few friends, no neighborhood, no community, and no God. He exists mostly as a ritual of economic activity, a number on a balance sheet.

The greatest want of the world is the want of men – men who will not be bought or sold; men who in their inmost souls are true and honest; men who do not fear to call sin by its right name; men whose conscience is as true to duty as the needle to the pole; men who will stand for the right though the heavens fall.

A thousand years of wars consolidated the West; a century of psychology has reduced it to the bitter end.

The greatest renown of Christian virtue is to trample with the feet upon Nature.

It is like watching a nation busily engaged in heaping up its own funeral pyre.

Now, of all silly sayings one of the silliest is the saying, ‘You can’t put the clock back.’ Of course, you can put the clock back and you often do. If a clock is showing the wrong time, you put it back or forward, whichever is necessary, without the slightest hesitation. So in human life and in a nation’s life, if a mistake has been made we ought to put it right, if we can.

Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them.

Hold, unhappy man; be not swept along with your impressions! Great is the struggle, divine the task; the prize is a kingdom, freedom, serenity, peace.

Don’t explain your philosophy. Embody it.

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

The whole of organic nature on our planet exists only by a relentless war of all against all. … The raging war of interests in human society is only a feeble picture of an unceasing and terrible war of existence which reigns throughout the whole of the living world.

Long periods of peace and quiet favor certain optical illusions. Among them is the assumption that the invulnerability of the home is founded upon the constitution and safeguarded by it. In reality, it rests upon the father of the family who, accompanied by his sons, appears with the axe on the threshold of his dwelling.

We fail not because of our dreams but because we do not dream forcefully enough.

Indeed, discipline means nothing other than this, whether it is of the priestly-ascetic kind directed toward abnegation or of the warlike-heroic kind directed toward hardening oneself like steel. In both cases, it is a matter of maintaining complete control over life, so that at any hour of the day it can serve a higher calling.

The more the panic grows, the more uplifting the image of a man who refuses to bow to the terror.

In a world full of inferior values, every order of greatness is dragged through the dirt.

Today only the person who no longer believes in a happy ending, only he who has consciously renounced it, is able to live. A happy century does not exist; but there are moments of happiness, and there is freedom in the moment.

Mystery is not the absence of meaning, but the presence of more meaning than we can comprehend.

Any war between Europeans is a civil war.

Oh where is the noble face of modesty, or the strength of virtue, now that blasphemy is in power and men have put justice behind them, and there is no law but lawlessness, and none join in fear of the gods?

The company of just and righteous men is better than wealth and a rich estate.

Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.

The modern liberal, there’s something about his ideology that leads him to invariably and inevitably side with evil over good, wrong over right, the lesser over the better, the ugly over the beautiful, the profane over the profound, and the behaviors that lead to failure over those that lead to success.

If they weren’t so dangerous and destructive, one could smile and pat the Modern Liberal on the head and tell him how cute he is and go on about the business of being an adult. But he is dangerous and destructive, with the True Believer’s very purpose being the total destruction of everything that God and science—most obviously Western Civilization—has ever created.

Justice demands that the good and hard-working be rewarded and the evil and the lazy be punished (if only by the withholding of the rewards of doing the right things). Modern Liberalism demands that the good and hardworking be punished as the recipients of an unfair advantage and the evil and the lazy be rewarded, their acts of evil and their failure all the proof the Modern Liberal needs that somehow they have been victimized by forces out of their control.

In order to eliminate discrimination, the Modern Liberal has opted to become utterly indiscriminate.

Stupidity is a luxury, and you will find that those who are overwhelmingly on the Left are those who can afford to be.

no picture is made to endure nor to live with
but it is made to sell and sell quickly
with usura, sin against nature,
is thy bread ever more of stale rags
is thy bread dry as paper,

List how I, care-wretched, on ice-cold sea,
Weathered the winter, wretched outcast
Deprived of my kinsmen;
Hung with hard ice-flakes, where hail-scur flew,
There I heard naught save the harsh sea
And ice-cold wave,

If a man isn’t willing to take some risk for his opinions, either his opinions are no good or he’s no good.

Properly, we should read for power. Man reading should be man intensely alive. The book should be a ball of light in one’s hand.

A slave is one who waits for someone to come and free him.

We could destroy right now the Cathedral of León or the pyramids of Egypt, it’d be just a matter of TNT, and rebuilding them up a matter of time and effort. But once an animal species goes extinct, it’s gone forever, for only God can create.

Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

Fraco rei faz fraca a gente forte. / A weak king makes weak a strong people.

Must we then speak of this subject, also; and shall we write concerning things that are not to be told, and shall we publish things not to be divulged, and secrets not to be spoken aloud?

Thus in all Cultures, the religious feeling is uppermost in the first great Life-phase, lasting some five centuries, and it is then superseded by the critical spirituality, lasting somewhat less long, to be succeeded by the historical outlook, which gradually merges again into the final rebirth of religion. The three Life-tendencies are, successively, sacred, profane, and skeptical.

They parallel the political phases of Feudalism, corresponding to religion; Absolute State and Democracy, corresponding to early and late Critical philosophy; and Resurgence of Authority and Caesarism, the counterparts of skepsis and rebirth of religion.

Western men have been under the necessity of having a History-picture in which to think and act. The fact that the Culture was continually changing meant that History was continually changing. History is the continuous reinterpretation of the Past.

The traitors to Europe, [you] miserable party-politicians whose tenure of office is dependent upon [your] continued serviceability to extra-European forces, “Did you think it was over? Do you think that your misery and shame will remain securely forever on a world-stage which has seen true heroes upon it? In the war which you let loose, you taught men how to die, and thereby you have freed a spirit which will engulf you next, the Spirit of Heroism and Discipline. There is no currency that can buy this spirit, but it can overcome any currency.”

History is the record of fulfilled destinies — of Cultures, nations, religions, philosophies, sciences, mathematics, art-forms, great men. Only the feeling of empathy can understand these once-living souls from the bare records left. … The true understanding of any organism, whether a High Culture, a nation, or a man, is to see behind and underneath the facts of that existence the soul which is expressing itself by means of, and often in opposition to, the external happenings. Only so can one separate what is significant from what is unimportant.

No longer detached, we must participate in the great Culture-drama, whether we will or no. Our only choice is to participate as subject or as object. The wisdom that comes from the knowledge of the organic nature of a High Culture gives us the key to the events transpiring before our eyes. It can be applied by us, and our action can thereby become significant, as distinguished from the opportunistic and old-fashioned policy of stupidity which would try to turn the Western Civilization back in its course because stupid heads are incapable of adjusting themselves to new prevailing ideas.

The craze for originality is a manifestation of decadence, and the decadence of Europe is the ascendancy of the Barbarian.

Feminism liberated women from the natural dignity of their sex and turned them into inferior men.

Beware of him that is slow to anger; for when it is long coming, it is the stronger when it comes, and the longer kept. Abused patience turns to fury.

When men fear work or fear righteous war, when women fear motherhood, they tremble on the brink of doom; and well it is that they should vanish from the earth, where they are fit subjects for the scorn of all men and women who are themselves strong and brave and high-minded.

When plunder becomes a way of life for a group of men living together in society, they create for themselves, in the course of time, a legal system that authorizes it and a moral code that glorifies it.

Truth to tell, treaties are only oaths of deception and faithlessness. The jurisprudence of sovereigns is customarily the law of the strongest.

Beauty . . . is the highest integrative level of understanding and the most comprehensive capacity for effective action. It enables us to go with, rather than against, the deepest tendency or theme of the universe.

Tradition is not something constant but the product of a process of selection guided not by reason but by success. It changes but can rarely be deliberately changed. Cultural selection is not a rational process; it is not guided by but it creates reason.

Those who lend us the heavenly fire, the gods, bestow likewise the sacred gift of pain.

War is another matter. I am warlike by nature. Attacking is one of my instincts. Being able to be an enemy, being an enemy – perhaps that presupposes a strong nature; in any case, it belongs to every strong nature.

There have always been many sickly people among those who invent fables and long for God: they have a raging hate for the enlightened man and for that youngest of virtues which is called honesty… Purer and more honest of speech is the healthy body, perfect and square-built: and it speaks of the meaning of the earth … You are not yet free, you still search for freedom. Your search has fatigued you … But, by my love and hope I entreat you: do not reject the hero in your soul! Keep holy your highest hope! … War and courage have done more great things than charity. Not your pity but your bravery has saved the unfortunate up to now … What warrior wants to be spared? I do not spare you, I love you from the very heart, my brothers in war!

And this is the great noontide: it is when man stands at the middle of his course between animal and Superman, and celebrates his journey to the evening as his highest hope, for it is the journey to a new morning.

I have often laughed at the weaklings who thought themselves good because they had no claws.

You call yourself free? Your dominating thought I want to hear, and not that you escaped from a yoke. Are you the kind of person who had the right to escape from a yoke? There are some who threw away their last value when they threw away their servitude. Free from what? What does Zarathustra care! But brightly your eyes should signal to me: free for what?

One’s forebears have paid the price for what one is.

Man is a rope stretched between the animal and the Superman–a rope over an abyss. A dangerous crossing, a dangerous wayfaring, a dangerous looking-back, a dangerous trembling and halting. … I love him who liveth in order to know, and seeketh to know in order that the Superman may hereafter live. … I love him who laboureth and inventeth, that he may build the house for the Superman, and prepare for him earth, animal, and plant.

And what in the world has caused more suffering than the follies of the compassionate?

You are never destroyed by anyone except yourself.

What comprises the history of each day for you? Look at your habits which comprise it: are they the product of innumerable little acts of cowardice and laziness or of bravery and inventive reason?

There are books so valuable and royal that whole generations of scholars are well employed in keeping the texts of the books accurate and readable; that is the faith of philology, to strengthen this faith again and again is its reason for being. This faith presupposes that there are rare men (though one may not see them) who actually know how to use such valuable books […] I mean to say that philology presupposes a noble faith – that for the benefit of a few who are always ‘to come,’ and are not yet here, a very great deal of painstaking and even exhausting labor has to be done before hand.

There is already a remedy for pessimistic philosophies and the squeamishness which seems to me our real hardship, the real ‘crying need of the hour’ – but perhaps this remedy sounds too cruel, and would itself be reckoned among the signs on the basis of which man now proclaims: ‘existence is evil.’ Well then! The remedy for this ‘hardship’ is: hardship.

Men of the subsequent generation, having been brought up not to express them, came to lack passion themselves, which were supplanted by a superficial, charming and playful disposition – and thereby became incapable of rudeness to such a degree that they received and responded even to insults with nothing but obliging words.

Our strengths sometimes impel us so far ahead of ourselves that we cannot any longer bear our weaknesses, and we perish by them; we perhaps even anticipate this outcome, and would not have it otherwise. Then we become hard with those qualities in us that want to be spared, and our greatness is also our ruthlessness.

The poison by which the weaker natures perish strengthens the strong – and they do not call it poison.

The sick are the greatest danger for the healthy; it is not from the strongest that harm comes to the strong, but from the weakest.

In such a highly developed humanity as the present one, each man by nature has access to many talents. Each has inborn talent, but only a few have inherited and cultivated such a degree of toughness, endurance, and energy that they really become a talent, become what they are – that is, release it in works and actions.

If you are not willing to endure your own suffering even for an hour, and are always trying to avoid every unhappy experience you can, if you generally regard pain and sorrow as evil, as detestable, as deserving of destruction, as a blot on existence – well then, besides your religion of pity, you have yet another religion in your heart (which is perhaps the mother of the former): the religion of comfortableness. Oh how little you know about human happiness, you comfortable, good natured people. For happiness and misfortune are brother and sister, and twins, who grow tall together, or, as with you, remain small together!

The weaker vessel is driven to the stronger from a need of nourishment; it desires to get under it, if possible to become one with it. The stronger, on the contrary, defends itself from others; it refuses to perish in this way.

Men are terrified of themselves.

It is difficult to have sufficient respect for man, when one sees how he understands the art of fighting his way, of enduring, of turning circumstances to his own advantage, and of overthrowing opponents; but when he is seen in the light of his desires, he is the most absurd of all animals … It is just as if he required a playground for his cowardice, his laziness, his feebleness, his sweetness, his submissiveness, where he recovers from his strong virile virtues.

This is our preparation before becoming the law-givers of the future and the lords of the earth; if not we, at least our children. Caution where marriage is concerned.

He who cannot obey himself will be commanded. That is the nature of living creatures.

I consider every word as useless behind which does not stand a call to action.

Society tames the wolf into a dog. And man is the most domesticated animal of all.

From lack of repose our civilization is turning into a new barbarism. At no time have the active, that is to say the restless, counted for more. That is why one of the most necessary corrections to the character of mankind that have to be taken in hand is a considerable strengthening of the contemplative element in it.

Today as always, men fall into two groups: slaves and free men. Whoever does not have two-thirds of his day for himself, is a slave, whatever he may be: a statesman, a businessman, an official, or a scholar.

Did you think the lion was sleeping because he didn’t roar?

Only those who have the patience to do simple things perfectly will acquire the skill to do difficult things easily.

Democracy is the dictatorship of the stupid / Demokratie ist die Diktatur der Dummen.

Can a single moment make a man so different from himself?

Earlier man did not have extensively elaborated doctrinal books, but he read what the moderns construct with many words, in books that strike the moderns as simple and meaningless. What modern man can only laboriously describe, earlier man read between the lines; what the moderns express in a hundred words, earlier man understood in one. Only a little had to come from outside to awaken his Knowledge, for he had most of his learning within himself. For modern man, almost everything has to come from outside, because he has forgotten the inner science.

People are turning away from Christianity today not because it is too hard but because it is too soft.

It may take a long time for Western civilization to realize that the good it is seeking is the good that it left. The world will not quickly realize that the Church which it believed was so restraining to liberty is really the only force that can make us free, and that which was so much behind the times is the only institution which has survived the times.

By interpreting freedom as the propagation and immediate gratification of needs, people distort their own nature, for they engender in themselves a multitude of pointless and foolish desires, habits, and incongruous stratagems. Their lives are motivated only by mutual envy, sensuality, and ostentation.

Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others.

We train our girls by the millions to be anything but successful wives and mothers, lead them to believe they are to be an ’equal’ part of a man’s world, when the truth is that it is only Nature’s world, and man’s share in it is no greater or more glorious than that of a female-oriented woman who produces, brings up and gives to society a family of happy people.

It is not the evil itself which is horrifying about our times – it is the way we not only tolerate evil, but have made a cult of positively worshipping weakness, depravity, rottenness and evil itself.

Being prepared to die is one of the great secrets of living.

So strong is tradition that later generations will dream of what they have never seen.

Every high civilization decays by forgetting obvious things.

The act of defending any of the cardinal virtues has today all the exhilaration of a vice.

Fallacies do not cease to be fallacies because they become fashions.

Merely having an open mind is nothing; the object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid.

I’ve searched all the parks in all the cities and found no statues of committees.

Tolerance is the virtue of the man without convictions.

Take the case of courage. Courage is almost a contradiction in terms. It means a strong desire to live taking the form of a readiness to die. ‘He that will lose his life, the same shall save it,’ is not a piece of mysticism for saints and heroes. It is a piece of everyday advice for sailors or mountaineers. It might be printed in an Alpine guide or a drill book. This paradox is the whole principle of courage; even of quite earthly or brutal courage. A man cut off by the sea may save his life if we will risk it on the precipice.

He can only get away from death by continually stepping within an inch of it. A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.

In the Upper World, Hell once rebelled against Heaven. But in this world Heaven is rebelling against Hell.

We men and women are all in the same boat, upon a stormy sea. We owe to each other a terrible and tragic loyalty.

The special mark of the modern world is not that it is sceptical, but that it is dogmatic without knowing it.

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

Any truth that a man fears will be good for his soul.

Fires will be kindled to testify that two and two make four. Swords will be drawn to prove that leaves are green in summer.

Every rebirth of a noble race is a lyric force, every sentiment that is common to the whole race, a potential lyric.

Courage is just love in action.

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

All censorships exist to prevent anyone from challenging current conceptions and existing institutions. All progress is initiated by challenging current conceptions, and executed by supplanting existing institutions. Consequently, the first condition of progress is the removal of censorship.

A considerable percentage of the people we meet on the street are people who are empty inside, that is, they are actually already dead. It is fortunate for us that we do not see and do not know it. If we knew what number of people are actually dead and what a number of these dead people govern our lives, we should go mad with horror.

Because it is there.. Everest is the highest mountain in the world, and no man has reached its summit. Its existence is a challenge. The answer is instinctive, a part, I suppose of man’s desire to conquer the universe.

In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

Football, beer, and above all gambling, filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult.

At any given moment there is an orthodoxy, a body of ideas which it is assumed all right-thinking people will accept without question. It is not exactly forbidden to state this or that or the other, but it is “not done”. Anyone who challenges the prevailing orthodoxy finds himself silenced with surprising effectiveness. A genuinely unfashionable opinion is almost never given a fair hearing, either in the popular press or in the highbrow periodicals.

The prize, which was life itself, would go to the one of keenest brain, staunchest limb, and strongest jaw, who could best shape himself to meet the new ways and who in the old competition of the wilderness could win the means of life.

When in doubt, observe and ask questions. When certain, observe at length and ask many more questions.

People who are not themselves are nobody.

I am sure that if every leader who goes into battle will promise himself that he will come out either a conqueror or a corpse, he is sure to win. There is no doubt of that. Defeat is not due to losses but to the destruction of the Soul of the leaders. The ‘live to fight another day’ doctrine.

To be a successful soldier you must know history. Read it objectively, dates and even the minute details of tactics are useless. What you must know is how man reacts. Weapons change but man who uses them changes not at all. To win battles you do not beat weapons, you beat the soul of the enemy man. To do that you have to destroy his weapons but that is only incidental. You must read biography and especially autobiography. If you will do it you will find that war is simple. Decide what will hurt the enemy most within the limits of your capabilities to harm him and do it.

There is a great deal of talk about loyalty from the bottom to the top. Loyalty from the top down is even more necessary and much less prevalent. One of the most frequently noted characteristics of great men who have remained great is loyalty to their subordinates.

Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission. We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die.

I hope I shall possess firmness and virtue enough to maintain what I consider the most enviable of all titles, the character of an honest man.

Health was amongst (if not the most) precious gift of Heaven, and without it we are but little capable of business, or enjoyment.

Truth will ultimately prevail where there is pains to bring it to light.

… a people without myths is already dead. The function of that particular class of legends known as myths is to express dramatically the ideology under which a society lives; not only to hold out to its conscience the values it recognizes and the ideals it pursues from generation to generation, but above all to express its very being and structure, the elements, the connections, the balances, the tensions that constitute it; to justify the rules and traditional practices without which everything within a society would disintegrate.

Latin is a precise, essential language. It will be abandoned, not because it is unsuitable for the new requirements of progress, but because the new men will not be suitable for it. When the age of demagogues and charlatans begins, a language like Latin will no longer be useful, and any oaf will be able to give a speech in public and talk in such a way that he will not be kicked off the stage. The secret to this will consist in the fact that, by making use of words that are general, elusive, and sound good, he will be able to speak for an hour without saying anything. With Latin, this is impossible.

You cannot conceive, nor can I, of the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.

Self-control makes strong men. Self-indulgence makes weak men. Strong men make good citizens. Weak men make good slaves. Strong men are capable of doing harm. Weak men are incapable of doing anything else.

We should follow the old Roman maxim, “Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re”: suave, supple, and infinitely pragmatic and persuasive in style — yet firm and steadfast, indeed adamantine and dogmatic about essential principles.

Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.

Man is firmly convinced that he is awake; in reality he is caught in a net of sleep and dreams which he has unconsciously woven himself.

The human person is no longer a member of an organism but a cog in a machine, a figure in a particular set of statistics.

Man has turned into a grain of sand, human society into a desert. There are no more bonds, therefore no more freedom. The grains of sand are docile, and the reason is simple: though they are heaped together, each of them is solitary. So the wind sweeps them up and carries them off at will. Ours is the age of the masses, the age of mass movements. But there is no greater ‘mass movement’ than a sandstorm in the desert. The forces that move men are becoming more and more alien to what is deepest in human nature.

In particular, the best men and the truest matured are expected by the Gods to prove themselves on the anvil of destiny.

Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, a world of interests, leaving it to its own avarice and sadness. No longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man . . . Our situation today shows that beauty demands for itself at least as much courage as do truth and goodness, and she will not allow herself to be separated and banned from her two sisters without taking them along with herself in an act of mysterious vengeance.

Once a government is committed to the principle of silencing the voice of opposition, it has only one way to go, and that is down the path of increasingly repressive measures, until it becomes a source of terror to all its citizens and creates a country where everyone lives in fear.

Order means light and peace, inward liberty and free command over one’s self; order is power.

I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by conscious endeavor.

One who fears the future, who fears failure, limits his activities. Failure is only the opportunity more intelligently to begin again. There is no disgrace in honest failure; there is disgrace in fearing to fail.

“Say it! think it, if you dare! Have you ever thought or wondered, why the Man and God were sundered? Do you think the Maker blundered?” And the voice, in mocking accents, answered only: “I’ve been there.”

Immigration is either a headhunting of the best of a foreign nation or of the less-than-best; it is the poaching either of those most needed in their home country, or those least wanted in their destination country.

In their zeal to convert as many people to their religion as possible, preachers dumb down the idea of God to make it easier to comprehend for the masses.

Neither Montaigne in writing his essays, nor Des Cartes in building new worlds, nor Burnet in framing an antediluvian earth, no, nor Newton in discovering and establishing the true laws of nature on experiment and a sublime geometry, felt more intellectual joys than he feels who is a real patriot, who bends all the force of his understanding, and directs all his thoughts and actions to the good of his country.

No slavery can be so effectually brought and fixed upon us, as parliamentary slavery.

The true image of a free people governed by a Patriot King is that of a patriarchal family, where the head and all the members are united by one common interest, and animated by one common spirit.

The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling upward in the night.

The best of men choose one thing in preference to all else, immortal glory in preference to mortal good; whereas the masses simply glut themselves like cattle.

Man is most nearly himself when he achieves the seriousness of a child at play.

Only the ideas that we actually live are of any value.

True action, good and radiant action, my friends, does not spring from activity, from busy bustling, it does not spring from industrious hammering. It grows in the solitude of the mountains, it grows on the summits where silence and danger dwell. It grows out of the suffering which you have not yet learned to suffer.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.

Be brave, and win yourself a lasting name.

The world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.

I would be true, for there are those who trust me,
I would be pure, for there are those who care,
I would be strong, for there is much to suffer,
I would be brave, for there is much to dare.

What a man does for pay is of little significance. What he is, as a sensitive instrument responsive to the world’s beauty, is everything!

All the soul of man is resolution, which in valiant men falters never, until their last breath.

If I have seen a little further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants.

The menace of communism in this country will remain a menace until the American people make themselves aware of the techniques of communism. No one who truly understands what it really is can be taken in by it. Yet the individual is handicapped by coming face to face with a conspiracy so monstrous he cannot believe it exists. The American mind simply has not come to a realization of the evil which has been introduced into our midst. It rejects even the assumption that human creatures could espouse a philosophy which must ultimately destroy all that is good and decent.

I would rather be ashes than dust! … The proper function of man is to live, not to exist.

Keep a notebook. Travel with it, eat with it, sleep with it. Slap into it every stray thought that flutters up into your brain. Cheap paper is less perishable than gray matter, and lead pencil markings endure longer than memory.

No technique is possible when men are free. When technique enters into the realm of social life, it collides ceaselessly with the human being to the degree that the combination of man and technique is unavoidable, and that technical action necessarily results in a predetermined result. Technique requires predictability and, no less, exactness of prediction. It is necessary then that technique prevail over the human being. For technique this is a matter of life or death. Technique must reduce man to a technical animal, the King of the Slaves of Technique.

Whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God.

There is a sense of exhilaration that comes from facing head-on the hard truths and saying, “We will never give up. We will never capitulate. It might take a long time, but we will find a way to prevail.”

Make war on your cowardice, your laziness, your ignorance, your pretension, your grief, make war first, and love will be given to you.

Gone now the pop and the jazz, the crooning ladies and the vapid babblers, the black saxophonists, the gurus, the smug stars of stage and screen, the experts on health and love and sex. All gone from the airwaves, all suddenly judged indecent, as if the threatened West were concerned with the last acoustic image it presented of itself. Nothing but Mozart, the same on every station. Eine kleine Nachtmusik, no less.

Man never has really loved humanity all of a piece—all its races, its peoples, its religions—but only those creatures he feels are his kin, a part of his clan, no matter how vast. As far as the rest are concerned, he forces himself, and lets the world force him. And then, when he does, when the damage is done, he himself falls apart. In this curious war taking shape, those who loved themselves best were the ones who would triumph.

I can only meditate when I am walking. When I stop I cease to think; my mind only works with my legs.

We must substitute esprit for numbers. Therefore I strive to inculcate in my men the spirit of the chase.

I’d rather die than be whipped.

When the human condition is finally demystified, human insecurity and nervousness will be at a maximum…for this ultimate enlightenment to be allowed, society is going to have to adhere scrupulously to the democratic principle of freedom of expression.

While religions could not liberate humans from the agony of the human condition…they did provide an invaluable way to withdraw from the brink of madness.

Until the human condition could be resolved it was not safe to acknowledge the different roles men and women played in the journey to enlightenment. Over time it was found that the best way to control prejudices was to prevent acknowledgement of any substantial differences between the sexes. The dogma of politically correct culture emerged.

While it is one thing to wish for the truth, it is quite another to cope with it.

Stalled halfway between ape and angel is no place to stop.

Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation, and every city or house divided against itself will not stand.

Why postpone your better future any longer? Get at it today. Get some new books, make a new plan, set a new goal. Ask some new questions, lock on to a new resolve, make a new effort, and do it all now.

For anger kills a foolish man, And envy slays a simple one.

A person who does not know the history of the last 3,000 years wanders in the darkness of ignorance, unable to make sense of the reality around him.

Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.

He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth.

I must study politics and war, that our sons may have liberty to study mathematics and philosophy. Our sons ought to study mathematics and philosophy, geography, natural history and naval architecture, navigation, commerce and agriculture in order to give their children a right to study painting, poetry, music, architecture, statuary, tapestry and porcelain.

Posterity! You will never know, how much it cost the present Generation, to preserve your Freedom! I hope you will make a good Use of it. If you do not, I shall repent in Heaven, that I ever took half the Pains to preserve it.

Democracy has never been and never can be so durable as aristocracy or monarchy; but while it lasts, it is more bloody than either. … Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide. It is in vain to say that democracy is less vain, less proud, less selfish, less ambitious, or less avaricious than aristocracy or monarchy. It is not true, in fact, and nowhere appears in history. Those passions are the same in all men, under all forms of simple government, and when unchecked, produce the same effects of fraud, violence, and cruelty.

Remember Democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts and murders itself. There never was a Democracy yet, that did not commit suicide.

The Man of his Race must be able to know what is good for him and his race and he must know what is bad; drawing sharp distinctions between the two and accepting the positive while utterly despising the negative. While all of the world is saying “yes” to utter garbage; he cannot. The racial-nationalist rejects all egalitarianism and shatters the stifling air with the crashing sound of one word — “NO!” “No” is the sharply dividing blow that the Man of his Race delivers to the mediocrity around him.

Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.

Too many of us think it is impossible. Too many think it unreal. But that is a dangerous, defeatist belief. It leads to the conclusion … that we are gripped by forces we cannot control. We need not accept that view. Our problems are man-made — therefore, they can be solved by man. And man can be as big as he wants. No problem of human destiny is beyond human beings. Man’s reason and spirit have often solved the seemingly unsolvable — and we believe they can do it again.

Visionary Creatives swim in the culture of their day and manifest in their work the spirit of their age. The things they create – in art, design, science, technology, business – embody that spirit, and at the same time are a little off center for us, somehow not what we anticipated, presenting discontinuities that stretch us, re-form our neural paths, and pull us into the future.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home, that wildness is a necessity..

Devotees of ravaging commercialism seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature.

And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.

Much of the stress and emptiness that haunt us can be traced back to our lack of attention to beauty. Internally, the mind becomes coarse and dull if it remains unvisited by images and thoughts that hold the radiance of beauty.

Beauty does not linger, it only visits. Yet beauty’s visitation affects us and invites us into its rhythm, it calls us to feel, think and act beautifully in the world: to create and live a life that awakens the Beautiful. A life without delight is only half a life. Lest this be construed as a plea for decadence or a self-indulgence that is blind to the horrors of the world, we should remember that beauty does not restrict its visitations only to those whom fortune or circumstances favour. Indeed, it is often the whispers and glimpses of beauty which enable people to endure on desperate frontiers.

The Beautiful stirs passion and urgency in us and calls us forth from aloneness into the warmth and wonder of an eternal embrace. It unites us again with the neglected and forgotten grandeur of life. The call of beauty is not a cold call into the dark or the unknown; in some instinctive way we know that beauty is no stranger. We respond with joy to the call of beauty because in an instant it can awaken under the layers of the heart a forgotten brightness.

We are like dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. We see more, and things that are more distant, than they did, not because our sight is superior or because we are taller than they, but because they raise us up, and by their great stature add to ours.

Our myths may be misguided, but they steer however shakily towards the true harbour, while materialistic ‘progress’ leads only to a yawning abyss and the Iron Crown of the power of evil.

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is much worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature who has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself.

I’ve noticed a fascinating phenomenon in my thirty years of teaching: schools and schooling are increasingly irrelevant to the great enterprises of the planet. No one believes anymore that scientists are trained in science classes or politicians in civics classes or poets in English classes. The truth is that schools don’t really teach anything except how to obey orders. This is a great mystery to me because thousands of humane, caring people work in schools as teachers and aides and administrators, but the abstract logic of the institution overwhelms their individual contributions. Although teachers do care and do work very, very hard, the institution is psychopathic — it has no conscience. It rings a bell and the young man in the middle of writing a poem must close his notebook and move to a different cell where he must memorize that humans and monkeys derive from a common ancestor.

Children learn what they live. Put kids in a class and they will live out their lives in an invisible cage, isolated from their chance at community; interrupt kids with bells and horns all the time and they will learn that nothing is important or worth finishing; ridicule them and they will retreat from human association; shame them and they will find a hundred ways to get even. The habits taught in large-scale organizations are deadly.

Shouldn’t we also ask ourselves what the consequences are of scrambling to provide the “most” of everything to our children in a world of fast dwindling resources?

The primary goal of real education is not to deliver facts but to guide students to the truths that will allow them to take responsibility for their lives.

I urge you to examine in your own mind the assumptions which must lay behind using the police power to insist that once-sovereign spirits have no choice but to submit to being schooled by strangers.

This was once a land where every sane person knew how to build a shelter, grow food, and entertain one another. Now we have been rendered permanent children. It’s the architects of forced schooling who are responsible for that.

Pick up a fifth-grade math or rhetoric textbook from 1850 and you’ll see that the texts were pitched then on what would today be considered college level.

As society rapidly changes, individuals will have to be able to function comfortably in a world that is always in flux. Knowledge will continue to increase at a dizzying rate. This means that a content-based curriculum, with a set body of information to be imparted to students, is entirely inappropriate as a means of preparing children for their adult roles.

Is there an idea more radical in the history of the human race than turning your children over to total strangers whom you know nothing about, and having those strangers work on your child’s mind, out of your sight, for a period of twelve years? Could there be a more radical idea than that? Back in Colonial days in America, if you proposed that kind of idea, they’d burn you at the stake, you mad person! It’s a mad idea!

You either learn your way towards writing your own script in life, or you unwittingly become an actor in someone else’s script.

Whatever an education is, it should make you a unique individual, not a conformist; it should furnish you with an original spirit with which to tackle the big challenges. It should allow you to find values which will be your road map through life; it should make you spiritually rich, a person who loves whatever you are doing, wherever you are, whomever you are with; it should teach you what is important, how to live and how to die.

You must remember what you are and what you have chosen to become, and the significance of what you are doing. There are wars and defeats and victories of the human race that are not military and that are not recorded in the annals of history. Remember that while you’re trying to decide what to do.

Liberalism is moral syphilis. And I’m stepping over it.

Truthfully, in this age those with intellect have no courage and those with some modicum of physical courage have no intellect. If things are to alter during the next fifty years then we must re-embrace Byron’s ideal: the cultured thug.

The New Right thinker, Tomislav Sunić, who lived under Communism and was imprisoned by it in Croatia with other members of his family, once said that “Communism rots the body, but liberalism rots the soul,” and there’s a strong degree of truth to that remark, because liberalism attacks on the internal front, on the front of values and identity. It’s why the majority of our people refute their vanguardistic yearnings and callings.

The English are, in part, shy and restrained and even slightly socially awkward. That’s why theater is so important in our history, because it gives an alternative space to be others and to be exuberant and to be passionate and to be bombastic and virile, things which are not seemingly part of the national characteristic as is.

Everyone understands the transformation which is being wrought, and everyone understands, or almost everyone understands, the choices that may have to be made in the future.

There is a degree to which we have to understand that in our politics, all is open and anything can happen, and the future is ours if we want it to be, and that the point of the elitist view that I’m putting forward is that the absence of despair is always necessary for our way of thinking and our way of looking at things. I ask you not to despair. I ask you to look to the future and to the present and to the past. I ask you to remain in faith with vanguardistic and elitist views. I ask you to remain faithful to unpopular views at the present time, because they will become majority views instantaneously at a particular moment if the society should ever break and turn our way. All that can be done is to sustain ideas. One man alone in a room with a computer, a typewriter as it was, can change the world.

Understand [you’re] part of a tradition, a tradition of non-surrender, a tradition of ultimate resource, a tradition that never says die, a tradition that is the epitome of military life, but in another area theoretically and politically and actuarily. One can never take one’s identity from one. One exists for a purpose. Liberals believe life has no purpose, but life has a purpose, and life’s purpose is to go forward and to confront that which is before you. And what is before us is cultural dispossession, unless we’re prepared to do something about it. What we can do about it will depend upon the circumstances, but what we can do is to remain loyal to our own sense of identity, to our own sense of becoming, to our own sense of what we may be in the future. Most people are truly afraid. They’re afraid to open their own mouths in relation to any of these issues. We must not fear.

That’s the funk, and the state of internal confusion and bemusement that our people are in, because every time they turn on the box in the corner it says that everything is marvelous and it’s all for the best, and that there’s no need to worry and that we’re all sleep-walking towards victory.

It’s difficult enough to knit a country together over centuries if not millennia … then the idea that everyone can live in each other’s country is a recipe for alienation and chaos.

Competition between groups is part of the stuff of life, and contemporary society is based on the formulation that that is not the case. And because it is the case, nature will trump all the liberal arguments. The problem is that if it doesn’t take a political form, natures trumping of liberalism will be a very painful process to live through.

Liberalism within ourselves is always the enemy.

The West is ours. It’s our culture. It’s our civilisation. It’s not for universal export. Nor is it for the whole world to come here and enjoy what we have, and have built and have sustained, and have fought and struggled for.

Where you have the power, where you have influence, demand better.

Truth subtends a rather hideous subset known as hate truth. Hate truth consists of things that are true, irrefutable, and at least partially unfair or unjust. The scientific disciplines bristle with hate facts. Biology can particularly shatter delusions. The world we live in is different from the world we all wished we lived in. Smart people sometimes succumb to the fantasy of just wishing harder in the hopes of bending unpleasant reality.

The European tragedy is this: man has been disintegrated, uprooted, transformed into a number on the electoral roll and a number in the queue at the factory gates. What this disintegrated man is crying out for is to feel the ground under his feet again, to be put in harmony once more with a collective destiny, a common destiny, or simply—calling things by their right names—with the destiny of his Patria.

In the city you hardly see the man. He is always concealed behind his job, behind his clothes. In the city you see the merchant, the electrician, the lawyer, and so on. In the country you always see the man.

When you use violence to draw the first tears from a child, you have just put into his soul rage, sadness, envy, vengeance and hypocrisy.

For me, then, nobility is synonymous with a life of effort, ever set on excelling oneself, in passing beyond what one is to what one sets up as a duty and an obligation. In this way the noble life stands opposed to the common or inert life, which reclines statically upon itself, condemned to perpetual immobility, unless an external force compels it to come out of itself. Hence we apply the term mass to this kind of man- not so much because of his multitude as because of his inertia.

As one advances in life, one realises more and more that the majority of men are incapable of any other effort than that strictly imposed on them as a reaction to external compulsion. And for that reason, the few individuals we have come across who are capable of a spontaneous and joyous effort stand out isolated, monumentalised, so to speak, in our experience. These are the select men, the nobles, the only ones who are active and not merely reactive, for whom life is a perpetual striving, an incessant course of training.

The people who make a cult to material interests are left with nothing: without morals, for they reject them; without material things, for the revolution takes them.

In most cases men willingly believe what they wish.

The only thing that matters today is the activity of those who can ‘ride the wave’ and remain firm in their principles, unmoved by any concessions and indifferent to the fevers, the convulsions, the superstitions, and the prostitutions that characterize modern generations.

The only thing that matters is the silent endurance of a few, whose impassible presence as ‘stone guests’ helps to create new relationships, new distances, new values, and helps to construct a pole that, although it will certainly not prevent this world inhabited by the distracted and restless from being what it is, will still help to transmit to someone the sensation of the truth – a sensation that could become for them the principle of a liberating crisis.

Traditionalism is the most revolutionary ideology of our times.

My principles are only those that, before the French Revolution, every well-born person considered sane and normal.

Neither pleasure nor pain should enter as motives when one must do what must be done.

We cannot ask ourselves whether ‘woman’ is superior or inferior to ‘man’ any more than we can ask ourselves whether water is superior or inferior to fire … There can be no doubt that a woman who is perfectly woman is superior to a man who is imperfectly man, just as a farmer who is faithful to his land and performs his work perfectly is superior to a king who cannot do his own work.

Every act of beauty is a revolt against the modern world.

Nothing is more evident than that modern capitalism is just as subversive as Marxism. The materialistic view of life on which both systems are based is identical; both of their ideals are qualitatively identical, including the premises connected to a world the centre of which is constituted of technology, science, production, “productivity,” and “consumption.” And as long as we only talk about economic classes, profit, salaries, and production, and as long as we believe that real human progress is determined by a particular system of distribution of wealth and goods, and that, generally speaking, human progress is measured by the degree of wealth or indigence—then we are not even close to what is essential.

The essence of hierarchy is that there is something living as a reality in certain people, a prestige, an authority, and a calm power which the most heavily armed tyrant can never act upon.

The legionary spirit is that fire of one who will choose the hardest road, who will fight to the death even when all is already lost.

Let us leave modern men to their ‘truths’ and let us only be concerned about one thing: to keep standing amid a world of ruins.

A true King never desires shadows, puppets, and automatons as subjects, but rather he desires individuals, warriors, living, and strong beings; and in fact, his pride would be to feel himself to be a King of kings.

Today the media claims that Europeans are sterile, aging and tired, that Europeans are peace-loving; that Europeans are shy, weak and always willing to step aside; that Europeans are too tired to build anything anymore, too lazy to produce anything anymore, that Europeans have lost their lust for life. We will show them! Let the whole world know that Europeans refuse to die! Let it be clear to everyone on this planet that Europeans will not apologize and will not retreat anymore!

The age of guilt is over. We will not apologize for our achievements. Our history cannot be used as a weapon against us. We are in debt to no-one. Our glorious past is a matter of pride and joy to us. Whatever we have done in the past only inspires us today for even greater deeds tomorrow.

The Modern, international capitalist can in peace and quiet lay waste the social fabric of the countries where he operates.

While left liberalism has been pulling down what it has considered traditional, authoritarian and reactionary, left liberalism has also freed the individuals from their responsibilities and duties towards their community. Left liberalism is only concerned about rights, never duties. It believes that the reasons for dysfunctional behaviour come from the outside, thus one cannot be expected to have any kind of self discipline.

The capitalist class can always rely on the middle class’s support when it tries to bring down national borders in order to let the tide of cheap labour and foreign sweatshop products come in and to deregularize all controls on the movements of capital and production.

The middle class keeps dreaming of shoeshine boys working at its feet even though in fact the middle class has resigned itself to its role of providing bootlicking service for the capitalist class.

For the Capitalist, the nation is merely a means to an end but for the working class it is always an end itself.

A nation is created by families, a religion, a tradition: it is made up out of the hearts of mothers, the wisdom of fathers, the joy and the exuberance of children.

I desired to live worthily as long as I lived, and to leave after my life, to the men who should come after me, the memory of me in good works.

The wildlife of today is not ours to dispose of as we please. We have it in trust and must account for it to those who come after.

My spirit turns more and more toward the West, toward the old heritage. There are, perhaps, some treasures to retrieve among its ruins … I don’t know.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor – such is my idea of happiness.

We are told that our works should express the spirit of our age but the best works of the past has always proved the contrary. To transmit a perennial message and value, our work has to transcend the particularities of its age of creation.

Just as a well-filled day brings blessed sleep, so a well-employed life brings a blessed death.

They are manipulating the news, setting a narrative—and you better follow it—or you’re a nut.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.

Ours is a solemn moment. We stand at a crisis—the supreme crisis of the ages. For unnumbered millenniums man has toiled upward from the dank jungles of savagery toward glorious heights which his mental and spiritual potentialities give promise that he shall attain. His path has been slow and wavering. Time and again he has lost his way and plunged into deep valleys. Man’s trail is littered with the wrecks of dead civilizations and dotted with the graves of promising peoples stricken by an untimely end.

Of the countless tribes of men, many have perished utterly while others have stopped by the wayside, apparently incapable of going forward, and have either vegetated or sunk into decadence. Man’s trail is littered with the wrecks of dead civilizations and dotted with the graves of promising peoples stricken by an untimely end. Sharp and insistent comes the query: Why?

The more machines there are to replace men, the more men there will be in society who are nothing but machines.

The cry ‘Liberty, equality, fraternity or death!’ was much in vogue during the Revolution. Liberty ended by covering France with prisons, equality by multiplying titles and decorations, and fraternity by dividing us. Death alone prevailed.

If we are people of integrity and faith we don’t let the consequences of standing by our principles determine our principles.

When a country decides to commit suicide those who do not agree have suicide imposed upon them.

Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.

That city is well fortified which has a wall of men instead of brick.

One of [the First World War’s] most certain results will be the partial destruction of the aristocratic classes everywhere in northern Europe … This will tend to realize the standardization of type so dear to democratic ideals. If equality cannot be obtained by lengthening and uplifting the stunted of body and of mind, it can be at least realized by the destruction of the exalted of stature and of soul.

Man’s disconnection from Heaven detached him from his true self. Man with his potential for understanding the secrets of the universe, his instinct for seeking truth, his aspirations for justice and perfection, his quest for beauty and purity and his capacity to represent God on earth was reduced to a creature limited to the materialistic world with a mission to maximize individualistic pleasures.

It is difficult to resist the conclusion that 20th century man has decided to abolish himself, tired of the struggle to be himself, he has created boredom out of his own affluence, impotence out of his own erotomania and vulnerability out of his own strength. He himself blows the trumpet that brings the walls of his own cities crashing down, until at last having educated himself into imbecility, having drugged and polluted himself into stupefaction, he keels over a weary old Brontosaurus and becomes extinct.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Don’t you see the plants, the birds, the ants and spiders and bees going about their individual tasks, putting the world in order, as best they can? And you’re not willing to do your job as a human being? Why aren’t you running to do what your nature demands?

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it.

Concentrate every minute like a Roman— like a man— on doing what’s in front of you with precise and genuine seriousness, tenderly, willingly, with justice. And on freeing yourself from all other distractions. Yes, you can – if you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in your life, and stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable. You see how few things you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life? If you can manage this, that’s all even the gods can ask of you.

You have power over your mind – not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength. … Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them. … The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts.

A man’s life is what his thoughts make of it.

A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.

The health of the people should be the supreme law.

But virtus usually wards off a cruel and dishonorable death, and virtus is the badge of the Roman race and breed. Cling fast to it, I beg you men of Rome, as a heritage that your ancestors bequeathed to you. All else is false and doubtful, ephemeral and changeful: only virtus stands firmly fixed, its roots run deep, it can never be shaken by any violence, never moved from its place. With this virtus your ancestors conquered all Italy first, then razed Carthage, overthrew Numantia, brought the most powerful kings and the most warlike peoples under the sway of this empire.

In times of war, the law falls silent.

The gap is not between the Left and the Right, but between globalists and patriots. The globalists are acting for the dilution of France and its people in a huge worldwide magma. The patriots hope that the nation constitutes the most protective space for the French.

The future belongs to those who show up for it.

How easy it is to make people believe a lie, and hard it is to undo that work again!

It ain’t what you don’t know that gets you into trouble. It’s what you know for sure that just ain’t so.

It is a civilization which has destroyed the simplicity and repose of life; replaced its contentment, its poetry, its soft romance-dreams and visions with the money-fever, sordid ideals, vulgar ambitions, and the sleep which does not refresh; it has invented a thousand useless luxuries, and turned them into necessities; it has created a thousand vicious appetites and satisfies none of them; it has dethroned God and set up a shekel in His place.

Civilization is a limitless multiplication of unnecessary necessities.

Every civilization carries the seeds of its own destruction, and the same cycle shows in them all. The Republic is born, flourishes, decays into plutocracy, and is captured by the shoemaker whom the mercenaries and millionaires make into a king. The people invent their oppressors, and the oppressors serve the function for which they are invented.

What is a civilization, rightly considered? Morally, it is the evil passions repressed, the level of conduct raised; spiritually, idols cast down, God enthroned; materially, bread and fair treatment for the greatest number. That is the common formula, the common definition; everybody accepts it and is satisfied with it.

I believe that many a person has examined man with a microscope in every age of the world; has found that he did not even resemble the creature he pretended to be; has perceived that a civilization not proper matter for derision has always been and must always remain impossible to him — and has put away his microscope and kept his mouth shut. Perhaps because the microscopist (besides having an influential wife) was built like the rest of the human race — ninety-nine parts of him being moral cowardice. … civilization are not realities, but only dreams; dreams of the mind, not of the heart, and therefore fictitious, and perishable.

In the beginning of a change the patriot is a scarce man, and brave, and hated and scorned. When his cause succeeds, the timid join him, for then it costs nothing to be a patriot.

‘Read old books’ is not a snarky command, but a very serious program to remove the chains of modernity.

Intellectual sovereignty means reading the news furtively, but old books proudly, rather than the other way around.

Migration is war but with the violence delayed.

No, European man, you must not hate yourself. You should respect yourself and your ancestors. And remember, whether you are a man or a woman your ancestors were both and your posterity should be both: European men and European women. There is no separate way to go, except to extinction.

The art of aristocrats, the art of enriching life.

The best way to learn the secrets of nature is not by inventing instruments, but by improving the investigator himself.

The devil is old; grow old to understand him!’ does not refer to age in terms of chronological years. Age is not decisive; what is decisive is the trained relentlessness in viewing the realities of life, and the ability to face such realities and to measure up to them inwardly.

That noble Chaucer, in those former times,
The first inrich’d our English with his rimes,
And was the first of ours, that ever brake,
Into the Muses treasure, and first spake
In weighty numbers, delving in the Mine
Of perfect knowledge, which he could refine,
And coyne for currant, and asmuch as then
The English language could expresse to men,
He made it doe; and by his wondrous skill,
Gave us much light from his abundant quill.

There’s simply not enough police in the world to police a society that has no morality.

The very world is Darwinian. People conspire all the time. Among the ultra-rich, principle is for suckers. And intelligence operations aggregate over time, just as gravity accretes space dust into solar systems, galaxies, and eventually black holes. Intelligence operations are designed to corrupt other organizations, naturally tending toward a world where one intelligence operation will dominate the environment nearly entirely. The world we were taught exists violates natural laws. It cannot exist.

You hear about the Inquisition, and burning people at the stake, and drawing and quartering, but the reality is, that is the only way you keep the evil at bay, because the evil people who destroy the good and the peaceful will constantly advance, unless they meet overwhelming, brutal force that will not respond to reason. We will view all of those stories of old as inhuman, and in return we will watch the most successful society in the world, just handed to us, completely fall apart.

Kaliyuga must be defeated inside you, the Golden Age will first return in your soul. This mystery is unknown to the age of Kaliyuga, because it is beyond the comprehension of animal-men.

The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long the nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was. The world around it will forget even faster.

The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long that nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was. The world around it will forget even faster.

The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.

Bribe a servant of the state and you will soon hear the deathwatch beetles chewing away at the rooftrees of society.

He who saves his country does not violate any law.

Modernity: we created youth without heroism, age without wisdom, and life without grandeur.

The dead outnumber the living fourteen to one and we ignore the accumulated experience of such a majority of mankind at our peril. And, the past is really our only reliable source of knowledge about the fleeting present and to the multiple futures that lie before us, only one of which will actually happen. History is not just how we study the past; it is how we study time itself.

Since love and fear can hardly coexist together, if we must choose between them, it is far safer to be feared than loved.

When evening has come, I return to my house and go into my study. At the door I take off my clothes of the day, covered with mud and mire, and I put on my regal and courtly garments; and decently reclothed, I enter the ancient courts of ancient men, where, received by them lovingly, I feed on the food that alone is mine and that I was born for. There I am not ashamed to speak with them and to ask them the reason for their actions; and they in their humanity reply to me. And for the space of four hours I feel no boredom, I forget every pain, I do not fear poverty, death does not frighten me. I deliver myself entirely to them.

Men desire novelty to such an extent that those who are doing well wish for a change as much as those who are doing badly.

There is no surer sign of decay in a country than to see the rites of religion held in contempt.

Modern society seeks Change. Traditional society sought Permanence.

I knew that to do this I had to achieve something much more difficult than anything before. I had to bring my emotions—fear, hope and greed—under complete control. I had no doubt that this would require a great amount of self-discipline, but I felt like a man who knew a room could be lit up and was fumbling for the switches.

Humanity is in danger when it forgets the most solemn warning of history: that civilisation is a man with a whip amidst starving beasts.

In the end, progress simply comes down to robbing Man of that which ennobles him in order to sell to him cheaply that which demeans him.

Dying societies accumulate laws like dying men accumulate remedies.

Modern architecture knows how to erect industrial shacks, but it does not succeed in building either a palace or a temple. This century will leave behind only the tire-tracks of the transports it employed in the service of our most sordid greed.

A vocabulary of ten words is enough for a Marxist to explain history.

Law is the juridical form of custom or the trampling of liberty.

Succumbing to noble temptations prevents surrendering to base temptations.

To find oneself at the mercy of the people’s whims, thanks to universal suffrage, is what liberalism calls the guarantee of freedom.

Modern man has the ambition of replacing with objects he buys what other ages hoped to obtain from methodical cultivation of the sentiments.

Elegance, dignity, nobility are the only values life does not succeed in disrespecting.

Civilization is what old men manage to salvage from the onslaught of young idealists.

What the reactionary says never interests anybody. Neither at the time he says it, because it seems absurd, nor after a few years, because it seems obvious.

The rapid evolution of a society destroys its customs and imposes on the individual, in place of the silent education of traditions, the reins and the whip of laws.

The traditional commonplace scandalizes modern man. The most subversive book in our time would be a compendium of old proverbs.

Instead of looking for explanations for the fact of inequality, anthropologists should look for the explanation for the notion of equality.

Civilization is not an endless succession of inventions and discoveries, but the task of ensuring that certain things last.

Modern man defends nothing energetically except his right to debauchery.

Modern man does not love, but seeks refuge in love; does not hope, but seeks refuge in hope; does not believe, but seeks refuge in a dogma.

Modern history is the dialogue between two men: one who believes in God, another who believes he is a god.

Modern man is a prisoner who thinks he is free because he refrains from touching the walls of his dungeon.

Culture always has National character and Roots. An international culture is impossible.

It is tragic how few people ever “possess their souls” before they die. “Nothing is more rare in any man,” says Emerson, “than an act of his own.” It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their life a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

It is in the manner of English families, and indeed of the British nation, that long, slumbering periods of quiet life are followed by moments of abrupt awakening and sometimes of dramatic action.

My friends, it is an immense responsibility. You are living in a historic hour. Do remember that always. Live in that sense, I beg of you, of history and of destiny.

Formerly no one was allowed to think freely; now it is permitted, but no one is capable of it any more. Now people want to think only what they are supposed to think, and this they consider freedom.

Lacking discipline to reform themselves, intellectual “world improvers” constantly propose theories on how to govern society. All forms of social distinction, good manners, honor, authority, rank are ceaselessly attacked and deconstructed. This process will continue until the idea exhausts itself– Nihilism and Chaos.

Democracy has become a weapon of moneyed interests. It uses the media to create the illusion that there is consent from the governed. The press today is an army with carefully organized weapons, the journalists its officers, the readers its soldiers. The reader neither knows nor is supposed to know the purposes for which he is used and the role he is to play. The notion of democracy is often no different than living under a plutocracy or a government by wealthy elites.

Hitherto an incredible total of intellect and power has been squandered in false directions. The West-European, however historically he may think and feel, is at a certain stage of life invariably uncertain of his own direction; he gropes and feels his way and, if unlucky in environment, he loses it. But now at last the work of centuries enables him to view the disposition of his own life in relation to the general culture-scheme and to test his own powers and purposes.

We are born into this time and must bravely follow the path to the destined end. There is no other way. Our duty is to hold on to the lost position, without hope, without rescue, like that Roman soldier whose bones were found in front of a door in Pompeii, who, during the eruption of Vesuvius, died at his post because they forgot to relieve him. That is greatness. That is what it means to be a thoroughbred. The honorable end is the one thing that can not be taken from a man.

This is our purpose: To make as meaningful as possible this life that has been bestowed upon us; to live in such a way that we may be proud of ourselves; to act in such a way that some part of us lives on.

What is the opposite of the soul of a lion? The soul of a cow. For strength of individual soul the herbivores substitute numbers, the herd, a common sentiment, and group activities.

The more solitary the being and the more resolute it is in forming its own world against all other conjunctures of worlds in the environment, the more definite and strong the cast of its soul.

A generation that has taken a beating is always followed by a generation that deals one.

Universal suffrage is the government of a house by its nursery.

At the core of liberalism is the spoiled child — miserable, as all spoiled children are, unsatisfied, demanding, ill-disciplined, despotic and useless. Liberalism is a philosophy of sniveling brats.

But here the young trees grow thick and well because wolves walk in this forest. They’re deer-hunting wolves; canny wolves who know that fallen logs are the perfect place for an ambush. .. It’s dangerous for deer to be found around dead timber, so they avoid it. And the young trees can rise in safety with a wolf to thank for their straightness.

Fighting for forests means fighting for Finland. Three-quarters of Finland consists of woodland. What the forest looks like is what Finland looks like. Finland equals forest. If the forest is flayed, Finland is flayed.

By decimating its woodlands, Finland has created the grounds for prosperity. We can now thank prosperity for bringing us — among other things — two million cars, millions of glowing, electronic entertainment boxes, and many unneeded buildings to cover the green earth. Surplus wealth has led to gambling in the marketplace and rampant social injustice, whereby ‘the common people’ end up contributing to the construction of golf courses, five-star hotels, and holiday resorts, while fattening Swiss bank accounts. Besides, the people of wealthy countries are the most frustrated, unemployed, unhappy, suicidal, sedentary, worthless and aimless people in history. What a miserable exchange.

Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.

Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o’er yon mountain-river,
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown,
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
For love and hate, despondency and hope?

I am the eye with which the Universe
Beholds itself and knows itself divine;
All harmony of instrument or verse,
All prophecy, all medicine is mine,
All light of art or nature;—to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong.

The songs of our ancestors are also the songs of our children.

The heaviest penalty for declining to rule is to be ruled by someone inferior to yourself.

In the succeeding generation rulers will be appointed who have lost the guardian power of testing the metal of your different races, which, like Hesiod’s, are of gold and silver and brass and iron. And so iron will be mingled with silver, and brass with gold, and hence there will arise dissimilarity and inequality and irregularity, which always and in all places are causes of hatred and war.

It is quite legitimate for nations to treat their differences as a sacred inheritance and guard them at all costs.

Fill society with principles, ideas, and moral values and you will see the influence of the rule of money greatly diminish. You will see the birth of a rule of honor.

Whoever heeds discipline shows the way to life, but whoever ignores correction leads others astray.

When the storm has swept by, the wicked are gone, but the righteous stand firm forever.

The righteous will never be uprooted, but the wicked will not remain in the land. From the mouth of the righteous comes the fruit of wisdom, but a perverse tongue will be silenced. The lips of the righteous know what finds favor, but the mouth of the wicked only what is perverse.

Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.

Wisdom will save you from the ways of wicked men, from men whose words are perverse, who have left the straight paths to walk in dark ways, who delight in doing wrong and rejoice in the perverseness of evil.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I pass by in safety.

The devil must be killed afresh somewhere every day. If ever he is not, then our days be at an end.

Belief in one false principle is the beginning of all unwisdom.

Men are oppressed in exact proportion to their helplessness.

A man is what he thinks about all day long.

Concentration is the secret of strength in politics, in war, in trade, in short in all management of human affairs.

The law of nature is: Do the thing, and you shall have the power, but they who do not the thing have not the power.

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.

They quit trying too hard to destroy everything, to humble everything. They blended religion and art and science because, at base, science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle. They never let science crush the aesthetic and the beautiful.

Television, that insidious beast, that Medusa, which freezes a billion people to stone every night, staring fixedly, that Siren which called and sang and promised so much and gave, after all, so little.

[We] let fears for the future, tempered by the past, unconsciously prevent us from taking up the task eternal.

Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The Detective must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor.

A spectre haunts Europe and the world. It is replacism. Europe is the first continent to pay for its own colonisation. The tendency is to replace everything with its normalised, standardised, interchangeable double: the original by its copy, the authentic by its imitation, the true by the false, mothers by surrogate mothers, culture by leisure and entertainment, knowledge by diplomas, the countryside and city by universal suburbs, the native by the non-native, Europe by Africa, the man by the woman, the man and the woman by robots, peoples by other peoples, humanity by post-humanity, undifferentiated, standardised, interchangeable.

The genocide by substitution is the crime against humanity of the twentieth-century. Of all the genetic manipulations, the Great Replacement is the worst. The question of the independence or the subjugation of a great nation, of the survival or the disappearance of a great civilisation, it is not politics: it is history.

Those who might be tempted to give way to despair should realize … that confusion, error and darkness can win the day only apparently and in a purely ephemeral way … and that nothing can ultimately prevail against the power of truth.

Modern man, instead of attempting to raise himself to truth, seeks to drag truth down to his own level.

Equality is the negation of all natural hierarchy and the debasement of all knwoledge to the level of the limited understanding of the masses.

So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.

How the world has changed in three-quarters of a century, as our race became palsied and stupid!

Violent emotions prevent rational thought. Berserkers are excellent shock troops, if they are under competent command, but in all wars, victories are won by generals who lucidly and objectively study the capacities and resources of the enemy and as objectively measure their own.

All the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies, and whenever they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you, digger, listener, runner, prince with the swift warning. Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.

Freedom is not free; free men are not equal; and equal men are not free.

I hate this fast growing tendency to chain men to machines in big factories and deprive them of all joy in their efforts – the plan will lead to cheap men and cheap products.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge maximum security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

Here’s freedom to them that would speak,
Here’s freedom to them that would write,
There’s none ever feared that the truth should be heard,
But they whom the truth would indict.

Take the first step, and your mind will mobilize all its forces to your aid. But the first essential is that you begin. Once the battle is started, all that is within and without you will come to your assistance.

Someday when all your civilization and science are likewise swept away, your kind will pray for a man with a sword.

But not all men seek rest and peace; some are born with the spirit of the storm in their blood.

Let us go home and cultivate our virtues.

My friends all know I’m interpersonal.
But long before I’m interpersonal
Away ‘way down inside I’m personal.
Just so before we’re international
We’re national and act as nationals.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyse a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

Diversity is a countermeasure against white crystallization.

Cross culturally, religious practices are often centered on promoting and socially rewarding selflessness; what is good for the group over what is good for yourself. The LGBTQ anti-religion is a religion of selfishness; worship of the self, where every member of the church is a god.

This is a party which never conserves anything. Its history has been that it demurs to each aggression of the progressive party, and aims to save its credit by a respectable amount of growling, but always acquiesces at last in the innovation. What was the resisted novelty of yesterday is today one of the accepted principles of conservatism; it is now conservative only in affecting to resist the next innovation, which will tomorrow be forced upon its timidity and will be succeeded by some third revolution; to be denounced and then adopted in its turn. American conservatism is merely the shadow that follows Radicalism as it moves forward towards perdition. It remains behind it, but never retards it, and always advances near its leader.

Society is not an assemblage of naturally free individuals; it is a hierarchy of groups, beginning with the family.

Physics rests on mathematics, chemistry on physics, biology on chemistry, and, in principle, the social sciences on biology. … Yet discipline after discipline—from economics to cultural anthropology—continues to resist growing connections to the underlying science of biology, with devastating effects.

Myths … give substance and structure to a society’s political, social, economic and cultural existence… within mythical narratives, ‘icons’ are fashioned … key figures or exemplars, who have somehow lost their everyday reality and have become legendary figures, who seem to contain within themselves a whole ‘resume’ of emblematic meanings.

Beauty matters. It is not just a subjective thing but a universal need of human beings. If we ignore this need we find ourselves in a spiritual desert.

Conservatism starts from the sentiment that good things are easily destroyed, but not easily created.

Traditions are answers that have been discovered to enduring questions.

Conservatism starts from a sentiment that all mature people can readily share: the sentiment that good things are easily destroyed, but not easily created. This is especially true of the good things that come to us as collective assets: peace, freedom, law, civility, public spirit, the security of property and family life, in all of which we depend on the cooperation of others while having no means singlehandedly to obtain it. In respect of such things, the work of destruction is quick, easy and exhilarating; the work of creation slow, laborious and dull. [It is] why conservatives suffer such a disadvantage when it comes to public opinion. Their position is true but boring, that of their opponents exciting but false.

Societies endure only when they are devoted to future generations.

It is as though our society is seeking to define itself as a religious community whose very lack of faith has become a kind of orthodoxy.

What we look at, listen to, and read affects us in the deepest part of our being. Once we start to celebrate ugliness, then we become ugly, too. Just as art and architecture have uglified themselves, so have our manners, our relationships, and our language become crude.

It has been a grand adventure to be so hated by those who I hold in such contempt.

And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.

But he who doubts is condemned if he eats, because he does not eat from faith; for whatever is not from faith is sin.

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose.

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn’t pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same.

Gold is for the mistress — silver for the maid —
Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade.
Tears are for the craven, prayers are for the clown —
Halters for the silly neck that cannot keep a crown.
Crowns are for the valiant — sceptres for the bold!
Thrones and powers for mighty men who dare to take and hold!

The true friends of the people are neither the revolutionaries nor innovators, they are the traditionalists.

No man has gained immortal renown by inaction.

Every real nation is a people of a common blood and descended from the same ancestors. A nation—from the Latin word meaning to be born—can have no other meaning.

The one who does not know how to fulfill his duties as a simple citizen cannot tread the path of the great mysteries. Many disciples forget the good manners of a sincere and honorable gentleman or lady and become truly irresponsible and even dangerous individuals.

Nil desperandum, — Never Despair. That is a motto for you and me. All are not dead; and where there is a spark of patriotic fire, we will rekindle it.

If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude better than the animating contest of freedom, go home from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains set lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that ye were our countrymen.

It does not take a majority to prevail… but rather an irate, tireless minority, keen on setting brushfires of freedom in the minds of men.

In the supposed state of nature, all men are equally bound by the laws of nature, or to speak more properly, the laws of the Creator:—They are imprinted by the finger of God on the heart of man.

Among the natural rights of the colonists are these: First, a right to life; secondly to liberty; thirdly to property; together with the right to support and defend them in the best manner they can. These are evident branches of, rather than deductions from, the duty of self-preservation, commonly called the first law of nature. All men have a right to remain in a state of nature as long as they please.

It is in the interest of tyrants to reduce the people to ignorance and vice. For they cannot live in any country where virtue and knowledge prevail.

If a person would understand either the Odyssey or any other ancient work, he must never look at the dead without seeing the living in them, nor at the living without thinking of the dead. We are too fond of seeing the ancients as one thing and the moderns as another.

We have been in service to a country run by people who don’t believe in countries. It was all spelled out in black and white, available for all to see, and had been since before I was born. The future was to be a borderless world in which people, money, goods, and services moved unfettered under the custody of an international class of credentialed technocrats, and the United States was to be its prophet. Globalism wasn’t a conspiracy; it was the consensus. It was institutionalized. It was the ethos of those who shaped and implemented policy, whether they be entrenched in academia, business and finance, or government and its bureaucracy, “and if you didn’t like it, you better learn to love it” as the poet said.

When we win, do not forget that these people want you broke, dead, your kids raped and brainwashed, and they think it’s funny.

What nearly all people want is a “secure” world – a world in which every one can pursue his petty pleasures in peace. What we want is, pre-eminently, a beautiful world.

We believe that man’s value – as every creature’s value, ultimately – lies not in the mere intellect but in the spirit: in the capacity to reflect that which, for lack of a more precise word, we choose to call ’the divine,’ i.e. that which is true and beautiful beyond all manifestation, that which remains timeless (and therefore unchangeable) within all changes.

People who aspire to supermanhood are bound to look monstrous, to men of a decaying civilisation.

If I had to choose a motto for myself, I would take this one — pure, dure, sûre, [Pure, hard, certain] — in other words: unalterable. I would express by this the ideal of the Strong, that which nothing brings down, nothing corrupts, nothing changes; those on whom one can count, because their life is order and fidelity, in accord with the eternal.

Majorities are always faithless. Majorities are composed of average men and women, neither good nor bad, for whom the security and comforts of everyday life and personal ties always come before great impersonal ideals such as ours. Majorities stand openly for great ideals, and proclaim their devotion to great leaders by word and deed, only when they feel they can safely do so without impairing their daily bread or disturbing their private lives.

I worship impersonal Nature, which is neither ‘good’ nor ‘bad,’ and who knows neither love nor hatred. I worship Life; the Sun, Sustainer of life. I believe in the Law of everlasting struggle, which is the law of life, and in the duty of the best specimens of our race — the natural élite of mankind — to rule the earth, and to evolve out of themselves a caste of supermen, a people ‘like unto the Gods.’

What is an ‘internationalist’? A man who loves all nations as his own? No; but a fellow who loves only himself—and his lesser, his lower, his least valuable self at that; his dull amusements; his silly little hobbies—and who has discovered, in the empty phraseology of our decadent epoch, a marvellous excuse to live for nothing and to die for nobody. I am not—I never was—that!

Man in the modern world feels less imprisoned than the unhappy animals in the zoo, which shows that the animals are healthier, for they are aware of their captivity.

Our opponents, Democrats and Communists, can, of course, also produce thought- waves. But the Democrats at least are, in that respect, no match for us. They drink Coca-Cola, and dance to the sound of jazz bands, and have love affairs, and worry about their psychological “problems,” while we send out, relentlessly, into impalpable aether, the irresistible magnetic currents that steadily undermine the whole structure of their silly world.

Capacity to think for one’s self is, always was and always will be, the privilege of a minority, once recognised as a natural elite and respected. Today, compulsory mass-education and an increasingly standardised literature for the consumption of “conditioned” brains – outstanding signs of “progress” – tend to reduce that minority to the smallest possible proportions; ultimately, to suppress it altogether. Is that what mankind wants?

..the age in which falsehood is termed “truth” and truth persecuted as falsehood or mocked as insanity; in which the exponents of truth, the divinely inspired leaders, the real friends of their race and of all the living, — the god-like men, — are defeated, and their followers humbled and their memory slandered, while the masters of lies are hailed as “saviours”; the age in which every man and woman is in the wrong place, and the world dominated by inferior individuals, bastardised races and vicious doctrines, all part and parcel of an order of inherent ugliness far worse than complete anarchy.

Attach yourself to the essential—to the eternal. And never worry about happiness—neither your own nor that of other men; but accomplish your task, and help others achieve theirs, provided that it does not thwart your own.

All is permissible to him who acts for the cause of truth in a spirit of perfect detachment- without hope of personal satisfaction, without any desire but that of dutiful service. But the same action becomes censurable when performed for personal ends, or even when the one who performs it mingles some personal passion with his or her zeal for the sacred cause. That is also our spirit.

We must continue to ensure that we can swing the balance of power in our own homelands, whilst fighting back against cultural leftism, the deep-rooted dry Marxism within our institutions and the financial & social decay rotting the Western world. People must be brave in the face of backlash & slander, to be able to stand fearless and to allow petty words & smears to wash over them.

Humans don’t mind hardship. In fact they thrive on it; what they mind is not feeling necessary. Modern society has perfected the art of making people not feel necessary.

Courage leads to heaven, fear to death.

No man is more unhappy than he who never faces adversity. For he is not permitted to prove himself. … The gods have judged him unfavourably; he has never been deemed worthy to conquer ill fortune, which avoids the greatest cowards.

There is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

Just as a candle cannot burn without fire, men cannot live without a spiritual life.

The nation that will insist on drawing a broad line of demarcation between the fighting man and the thinking man is liable to find its fighting done by fools and its thinking done by cowards.

You who set our beloved land—storm-tossed, shattered—straight on course. Now again, good helmsman, steer us through the storm!

A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded. He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater. I think that’s just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it’s a joke.

A time is coming when men will go mad, and when they see someone who is not mad, they will attack him, saying, You are mad; you are not like us.

Thus, a good man, though a slave, is free; but a wicked man, though a king, is a slave. For he serves, not one man alone, but what is worse, as many masters as he has vices.

In doing what we ought we deserve no praise, because it is our duty.

Nothing great is ever achieved without enduring much.

Disorder in the society is the result of disorder in the family.

Let us strive to make the present moment beautiful.

The love of husband and wife is the force that welds society together. Men will take up arms and even sacrifice their lives for the sake of this love. … Great benefits, both of families and states, are thus produced. When it is otherwise, however, everything is thrown into confusion and turned upside-down.

We are certainly not seduced with the naive expectation that, faced with the great challenges of our time, we shall find some magic formula. No, we shall not be saved by a formula, but by a Person, and the assurance which he gives us: I am with you!

The vocation of woman is to establish sanctuaries of love and life amidst the shattering reverberations of the world’s darker inclinations.

Occupy your minds with good thoughts, or the enemy will fill them with bad ones.

Every great fighter must at some point accept that one’s opponent is their most sincere teacher. You have to have the humility to see the person you hate as your greatest ally. Christ preached deep wisdom when he said: “Love your enemy”.

We may not yet know the right way to go, but we should at least stop going in the wrong direction.

I’m not saying you’ve got to be overly serious at all times, like everything’s a struggle at all times, but the enemy sees it that way, and the enemy is fighting for every inch they can get. These communists are fighting for every inch they can get, and if you can meet that with resolve and assertiveness then you can have some happiness, you can have some relaxation.

The professional cannot live like that. He is on a mission. He will not tolerate disorder. He eliminates chaos from his world in order to banish it from his mind. He wants the carpet vacuumed and the threshold swept, so the Muse may enter and not soil her gown. The professional conducts his business in the real world. Adversity, injustice, bad hops and rotten calls, even good breaks and lucky bounces all comprise the ground over which the campaign must be waged. The field is level, the professional understands, only in heaven.

The professional prepares mentally to absorb blows and to deliver them. His aim is to take what the day gives him. He is prepared to be prudent and prepared to be reckless, to take a beating when he has to, and to go for the throat when he can. He understands that the field alters every day. His goal is not victory (success will come by itself when it wants to) but to handle himself, his insides, as sturdily and steadily as he can.

My religious beliefs teach me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time of my death. I do not concern myself with that, but to be always ready whenever it may overtake me. That is the way all men should live, and all men would be equally brave.

May Inana make a hot-limbed wife lie with you! May she bestow upon you broad-shouldered sons! May she seek out for you a happy place!

Know your enemy, know yourself, and victory shall be yours.

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

A people without religion will in the end find out that it has nothing to live for.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Formerly they were governed by kings ; now they are torn by intrigues and factions between rival chiefs ; nor is there anything that has been of greater service to us against these warlike races than their inability to combine for a common end. Rarely do even two or three of their tribes unite to ward off a common danger ; they fight in detail, and the whole of them are thus defeated.

And so the population was gradually led into the demoralizing temptation of arcades, baths and sumptuous banquets. The unsuspecting Britons spoke of such novelties as ‘civilization’, when in fact they were only a feature of their enslavement.

Reclaim your mind and get it out of the hands of the cultural engineers who want to turn you into a half-baked moron consuming all this trash that’s being manufactured out of the bones of a dying world.

Anyone can be a hero going uphill. The true measure of a man is what happens when nothing works and he still has the guts to go on.

Age-long family traditions disappear with the destruction of a family; and virtue having been lost, vice takes hold of the entire race.

You have a right to your actions, but never to your actions’ fruits. Act for the action’s sake. And do not be attached to inaction.

Taking as equal pleasure and pain, gain and loss, victory and defeat, gird thyself for the battle; thus thou shalt not incur sin.

When justice is crushed, when evil is triumphant, then I come back. For the protection of the good, for the destruction of evildoers, for the establishment of the Reign of Righteousness, I am born again and again, age after age.

Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.

Protect the forest, it is the sure source of our wealth, the axe will ravish it quickly, but it grows slowly. Our actions will all be judged by our grandchildren. Let us now lend our efforts that they might someday praise us.

Possessions pass away, Relatives die, You yourself die as they. One thing I know That lives forever: The famous deeds of the dead.

This masonry is wondrous; fates broke it
courtyard pavements were smashed; the work of giants is decaying.
Roofs are fallen, ruinous towers,
the frosty gate with frost on cement is ravaged,
chipped roofs are torn, fallen,
undermined by old age. The grasp of the earth possesses
the mighty builders, perished and fallen,
the hard grasp of earth, until a hundred generations
of people have departed.

Of yore, our firey fathers sped upon the Viking Path;
Of yore, their dreaded dragons braved the ocean in its wrath;
And we, their sons, are reaping now their glory’s aftermath;
The waves are rolling on.

When society reaches a stage where property confers rank, where wealth becomes the only source of virtue, passion the sole bond between man and wife, falsehood the source of success in life, sex the only means of enjoyment, and when outer trappings are confused with inner religion . . . then we are in the Kali Yuga – the Dark Age.

No civilized person decides his behavior on the basis of his rights.

Even the most devout atheist should be able to recognize at this point that Man was not made for, nor can he reliably handle, even the perceived absence of a Lawgiver to whom he knows he will be held responsible for his actions.

The one and only way to absolutely ensure defeat is to refuse to enter the ring. It is better, by far, to enter the ring full of false confidence and go down fighting than to refuse to enter it at all for fear of being beaten.

Inclusivity is just another word for invasion, and diversity is just a synonym for destruction.

What we’re witnessing is the end of the US empire, with all the alien rulers, corrupt judges, illegitimate government, incompetent generals, foreign profiteers, and hordes of invading migrants, moral degeneracy, and declining religious faith, morale, and national confidence that customarily accompanies such events. If history is any guide, this is not going to be turned around, so it is time to stop thinking in terms of “preserving” and “conserving” and “restoring” that which is destroyed, and start thinking in terms of building anew with the benefit of the lessons learned from the decline and fall of the United States of America.

Fellow-feeling .. is the most important factor in producing a healthy political and social life. Neither our national nor our local civic life can be what it should be unless it is marked by the fellow-feeling, the mutual kindliness, the mutual respect, the sense of common duties and common interests, which arise when men take the trouble to understand one another, and to associate together for a common object.

There is nothing to be done with that type of citizen of whom all that can be said is that he is harmless. Virtue which is dependant upon a sluggish circulation is not impressive. There is little place in active life for the timid good man. The man who is saved by weakness from robust wickedness is likewise rendered immune from robuster virtues. The good citizen in a republic must first of all be able to hold his own. He is no good citizen unless he has the ability which will make him work hard and which at need will make him fight hard.

I wish to preach, not the doctrine of ignoble ease, but the doctrine of the strenuous life.

Death by violence, death by cold, death by starvation – these are the normal endings of the stately and beautiful creatures of the wilderness. The sentimentalists who prattle about the peaceful life of nature do not realise it’s utter mercilessness.

Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.

Greeks, God has signed our Liberty and will not go back on his promise.

It is not to taste sweet things, but to do noble and true things, and vindicate himself under God’s Heaven as a god-made Man, that the poorest son of Adam dimly longs. Show him the way of doing that, the dullest day-drudge kindles into a hero. They wrong man greatly who say he is to be seduced by ease. Difficulty, abnegation, martyrdom, death are all the allurements that act on the heart of man. Kindle the inner genial life of him, you have a flame that burns up all lower considerations. Not happiness, but something higher … Not by flattering our appetites; no, by awakening the Heroic that slumbers in every heart, can any Religion gain followers.

Silence is the element in which great things fashion themselves together; that at length they may emerge, full-formed and majestic, into the daylight of Life, which they are thenceforth to rule. … Hold thy tongue for one day: on the morrow, how much clearer are thy purposes and duties; what wreck and rubbish have those mute workmen within thee swept away, when intrusive noises were shut out!

Gold is a relic of Julius Caesar, and interest is an invention of Satan.

I prefer dangerous freedom over peaceful slavery.

Leave all the afternoon for exercise and recreation, which are as necessary as reading. I will rather say more necessary because health is worth more than learning.

Walking is the best possible exercise. Habituate yourself to walk very far.

Determine never to be idle. No person will have occasion to complain of the want of time who never loses any. It is wonderful how much may be done if we are always doing.

I repeat my advice to take a great deal of exercise, and on foot. Health is the first requisite after morality.

Educate and inform the whole mass of the people. They are the only sure reliance for the preservation of our liberty.

There is a natural aristocracy among men. The grounds of this are virtue and talents. The natural aristocracy I consider as the most precious gift of nature for the instruction, the trusts, and government of society. And indeed it would have been inconsistent in creation to have formed man for the social state, and not to have provided virtue and wisdom enough to manage the concerns of the society. May we not even say that that form of government is the best which provides the most effectually for a pure selection of these natural aristoi into the offices of government? The artificial aristocracy is a mischievous ingredient in government, and provision should be made to prevent it’s ascendancy.

There is a natural aristocracy among men, the grounds of which is talent and virtue.

Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.

To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead.

Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.

These are the times that try men’s souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.

Not all the treasures of the world, so far as I believe, could have induced me to support an offensive war, for I think it murder; but if a thief breaks into my house, burns and destroys my property, and kills or threatens to kill me, or those that are in it, and to “bind me in all cases whatsoever” to his absolute will, am I to suffer it?

There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is one. There are persons, too, who see not the full extent of the evil which threatens them; they solace themselves with hopes that the enemy, if he succeed, will be merciful. It is the madness of folly, to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf, and we ought to guard equally against both.

The slavery of fear had made men afraid to think. But such is the irresistible nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.

Romans believed that their ancestors over the generations had handed down the values that should guide their lives. They therefore referred to their system of values as the “way of the elders” (mos maiorum). The Romans treasured the antiquity of their values because, for Romans, “old” meant “good because tested by experience,” but “new” meant “potentially dangerous because untested.” “New things” (res novae), in fact, was the Roman expression meaning “revolution,” which they feared as a source of destructive violence and social disorder.

The problem is not that Johnny can’t read. The problem is not even that Johnny can’t think. The problem is that Johnny doesn’t know what thinking is; he confuses it with feeling.

One of the most dangerous trends of our times is making the truth socially unacceptable, or even illegal, with ‘hate speech’ laws.

If you cannot achieve equality of performance among people born to the same parents and raised under the same roof, how realistic is it to expect to achieve it across broader and deeper social divisions?

Liberals seem to assume that, if you don’t believe in their particular political solutions, then you don’t really care about the people they claim to want to help.

One of the painful signs of years of dumbed-down education is how many people are unable to make a coherent argument. They can vent their emotions, question other people’s motives, make bold assertions, repeat slogans – anything except reason.

It is amazing how many people think that they can answer an argument by attributing bad motives to those who disagree with them. Using this kind of reasoning, you can believe, or not believe anything.. without having to bother to deal with facts or logic.

If there is not equality of outcomes among people born to the same parents and raised under the same roof, why should equality of outcomes be expected—or assumed—when conditions are not nearly so comparable?

Since wealth is the only thing that can cure poverty, you might think that the left would be as obsessed with the creation of wealth as they are with the redistribution of wealth. But you would be wrong.

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding go out to meet it.

Happy are those who are free and free are those who are brave.

The control of information is something the elite always does, particularly in a despotic form of government. Information, knowledge, is power. If you can control information, you can control people.

All around me there is treachery, cowardice, and deceit.

If you can’t keep your emotions in check, to think clearly, you are a child.

The only answer, the only solution, is honesty. Let’s all stop lying! Lying about everything that matters, every day of our lives, that’s what we’re doing now, have you noticed? How many times did you lie today because you had to? Let’s repeal our national dishonesty mandate—it’s a law never codified but still ruthlessly enforced—and tell the truth instead. That’s our only hope. Tell the truth about everything. Declassify the documents, note the obvious right in front of you, get to the bottom of it all. Why shouldn’t we do that? What we’re doing right now clearly isn’t working. Enforced lying is making everyone paranoid and crazy. Truth cannot be worse than what we’re living through now.

Sooner or later, the great men turn out to be all alike. They never stop working. They never lose a minute.

If you want peace, prepare for war.

Large western European countries bit by bit are losing their own countries, they want to force us to do the same. … Africa wants to kick down our door, and Brussels is not defending us.

We are fighting an enemy that is different from us. Not open, but hiding; not straightforward but crafty; not honest but base; not national but international; does not believe in working but speculates with money; does not have its own homeland but feels it owns the whole world.

Great forces are once again moving to eradicate the nations of Europe and unify the continent under the aegis of a global empire. The Soros network, which has woven itself through Europe’s bureaucracy and its political elite, has for years been working to make Europe an immigrant continent. Today the Soros network, which promotes a global open society and seeks to abolish national frameworks, is the greatest threat faced by the states of the European Union. The goals of the network are obvious: to create multi-ethnic, multicultural open societies by accelerating migration, and to dismantle national decision-making, placing it in the hands of the global elite.

My name is not my own, it is borrowed from my ancestors, I must return it unstained. My honor is not my own, it is on loan from my descendants, I must give it to them unbroken. Our blood is not our own, it is a gift to generations yet unborn, we should carry it with responsibility.

After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, and you will find the scenery round you so beautiful that you will want to do nothing but paint.

I see wars, horrid wars, and the River Tiber will foam with much blood.

But some things do appear excessive to us. They claim now that children can play five or six gender roles. Let everyone be happy, we have no problem with that. But this must not be allowed to overshadow the culture, traditions and traditional family values of millions of people making up the core population.

If this is the best of all possible worlds, what are the others?

The Right is about Authority. The Left is about Control.

The only masculine men attracted to the Left are those of the thuggish variety.

We used to avoid stating harsh truths out of politeness — but when the opposite lies are forced on us, politeness is worse than frivolous.

Effete men turn to the Left because there they find fashionable and self-righteous justifications for their lack of manhood.

Tattoos are the stigmata of modern conformism.

Those who attack the Left by calling it “anti-democratic” and “regressive” are like flies throwing a tantrum in a spider web.

A few decades of progressive education and anti-discrimination laws suffice to render an entire continent paralyzed and ripe for invasion.

The inferior man argues about his rights, while the superior man imposes duties on himself.

A culture is not a collection of relics or ornaments, but a practical necessity. Its destruction invokes calamity. A healthy culture is a communal order of memory, insight, value and aspiration.

The first gulp from the glass of natural sciences will make you an atheist, but at the bottom of the glass God is waiting for you.

The political machine triumphs because it is a united minority acting against a divided majority.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.

The Angel that presided o’er my birth
Said, “Little creature, formed of joy and mirth,
Go, love without the help of anything on earth.”

Great things are done when men and mountains meet;
This is not done by jostling in the street.
They said this mystery shall never cease:
The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They’d immediately go out.

Commerce, Opulence, Luxury, Effeminacy, Cowardice, Slavery: these are the stages of national degradation.

Happiness is at its richest and most satisfying when it is not directly sought but comes as a by-product of expending one’s energy in doing some piece of work well, or for the sake of achieving some other thing in which one deeply believes.

Our prevailing philosophy and national policy today are largely the result of an obsession of weak men, of man shaped by and shaping himself to his environment. The strong man takes hold of it and molds it or chisels it to his will.

Equality .. is a weapon of the class-conscious proletariat lusting for power.

We have flattered ourselves that we had control. … Control […] is in the hands of aliens and traitors, and they are using it with deadly effectiveness to produce a herd of fellaheen, bemused, stupefied, tamed cattle indeed, whom it will be easy for them to milk in the world-state corral that they now have nearly made ready to receive them.

Instinct (whether with or without rational explanation) is a wisdom distilled in the subconscious mind out of hundreds of thousands of years of successful existence. And perhaps we moderns, with all the refinements of our artificial way of living, need to be aware lest, in throwing out our instincts or even allowing them to become in any way weakened, we commit ourselves to a course that can end in our utter destruction.

A race’s gene pool is its supreme treasure. Here is not only a record of all its achievements, but the store of all its potentialities.

Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularisation of their complex ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.

Philosophy is at once the most sublime and most trivial of human pursuits. It works in the minutest crannies and it opens out the widest vistas. It ‘bakes no bread,’ as has been said, but it can inspire our souls with courage; and repugnant as its manners, its doubting and challenging, its quibbling and dialectics, no one of us can get along without the far-flashing beams of light it sends over the world’s perspectives.

The greatest discovery of my generation is that human beings can alter their lives by altering their attitudes of mind.

We need only in cold blood act as if the thing in question were real, and it will become infallibly real by growing into such a connection with our life that it will become real. It will become so knit with habit and emotion that our interests in it will be those which characterize belief.

Right is right, even if everyone is against it, and wrong is wrong, even if everyone is for it.

Man is a mammal and subject to the same biological laws as other animals. All animals, including Man, have inheritable behavioural traits. The concept of complete environmental plasticity of human intelligence is a nonsensical wishful-thinking illusion.

The press loves to brag to its victims — its readers — about its freedom. Yes, the press may be free to lie and distort and suppress and deceive and malign, but is it free to tell the truth? … Are we free when the vultures of the “free press” can swoop down upon the victim to heap calumny and scorn upon his head and accuse him of doing things he never did and saying things he never said in an effort to build up “public opinion” against him?

You believe that we have no use for what is past and gone? Nonsense! The man in whose breast the “Once upon a time” of his race is no longer awake – has no future which truly belongs to him. How timely would be the appearance of a man who would teach us again the meaning of our fables, and show us that our struggle for the freedom of the earth which has borne us was, also, the struggle of our ancestors a hundred and a thousand years ago!

Imagine yourself in an ancient plane; the altimeter shows five thousand meters; the wing snaps, you plunge down like a tumbler pigeon, and on the way you calculate: ’Tomorrow, from twelve to two… from two to six … at six—dinner …’ Isn’t that absurd? But that’s exactly what we are doing now!

The pleasantest of all diversions is to sit alone under the lamp, a book spread out before you, and to make friends with people of a distant past you have never known.

The highest art of warfare is not to fight at all, but to subvert anything of value in the country of your enemy until such time that the perception of reality of your enemy is so screwed up to such an extent that he does not perceive you as an enemy. … You can take your enemy without a single shot being fired.

Criticism comes easier than craftsmanship.