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-Joseph de Maistre, philosopher, writer, lawyer, and diplomat, from 'St Petersburg Dialogues: Or Conversations on the Temporal Government of Providence'.
Millions of Germans do not participate any more.
It does not appeal to them any more.
This art was not born from our people.
It is alien to us and will remain alien.
It has nothing to do with the western character and did not come from our soul.
It was imposed on us by our subversive press which has made it palatable.
And parallel to this already the assault against the education of our children's brains.
The tearing out of all the memories of our proud past.
The insult to all our great men and people,
the removal of its memory from the heart and the brain,
and out of our youth and with it a large defilement of our history.
Nothing of what was once great,
nothing of what helped create this great nation,
to make it strong, was spared from these corroding and corrosive attacks.
Everything is demolished starting from the symbols of the past,
from the cockades and flags to the great men of our history.'
-Adolf Hitler, speaking at the Berlin Sportpalast, 1933.



The servant craveth naught
Except to serve with might.
I was not told to win or lose, --
My orders are to fight.'
-My Orders, Canadian Poetess Ethelwyn Wetherald.



at exactly twelve o’clock midnight
1973-74
Los Angeles
it began to rain on the
palm leaves outside my window
the horns and firecrackers
went off
and it thundered.
I’d gone to bed at 9 p.m.
turned out the lights
pulled up the covers –
their gaiety, their happiness
their screams, their paper hats,
their automobiles, their women,
their amateur drunks...
New Year’s Eve always terrifies me
life knows nothing of years.
now the horns have stopped and
the firecrackers and the thunder...
it’s all over in five minutes...
all I hear is the rain
on the palm leaves,
and I think,
I will never understand men,
but I have lived
it through.'
-Charles Bukowski, Burning in Water Drowning in Flame (1974).

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
[...]
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.'
-T.S. Eliot, The Hollow Men (in part), 1925.
Let everyone say to himself
in the depths of his heart,
every minute:
When I am weak, my people are weak.
When I am a hypocrite, my people are hypocrites.
When I fail, my people fail.
When I abandon my people, I abandon myself.
When I oppose my people, I oppose myself.
Losing courage and initiative
means losing your life,
means betraying your father and mother,
your children and grandchildren.
There is only one way
against war: war!
against weapons: weapons!
against the enemy's bravery: his own bravery!
and against misfortune: the spirit of sacrifice.
Against the hatred of the world, the only help,
is the love of our people,
ready to make any sacrifice.
The weakness of the heart devours everything around it
like rot,
as among the fruits,
where one apple spoils the others.
What you allow yourself, your neighbor also allows himself.
When you cheat, he cheats too.
When you complain, he complains too.
When you gossip, he gossips about you too.
And when one of us finally betrays,
everyone betrays himself.
We call for justice.
But you have to earn your fate too.
He who is unworthy reaps indignity,
the one who is courageous the courage,
the best the best.
And even when the gods refuse their help,
the right man still gets their blessing.
All life is dangerous.
You don't just die in a fire.
Every mother risks her blood for the life of her child,
perpetuating his people.
To preserve life
all risk their lives,
some for themselves, their hunger,
their own necessity,
others for many,
and one man for all:
the hero on the battlefield.
He grants life to all. He lives in them.
By his death
eternal laurels crown his sleep
survives the homeland.
What has taken place, remains active, the good and the bad.
Let no one believe
that he might be hiding something,
and secretly do evil.
What is healthy begets healthy,
the rotten the rotten.
Nothing can betray us-except our own mouth.
Nothing can lose us-except our own hearts.
Nothing can strike us-except our own hand.
No one can deliver us-except ourselves.'
-Wil Vesper, SS Notebook No. 9., 1944.
The SS Order-Ethics & Ideology, by Edwige Thibaut,
pgs. 250 - 252.
[Because] we stand up for our people's right to exist in this world, which must be fought for.
The blood of the multitude of our racial comrades [Volksgenossen] can only be pledged to this task if they know that the struggle doesn't serve one particular class,
but that it benefits our people as a whole... The day will come when the German people rise up and shatter its fetters asunder,
when in millions of hearts there will be this one single belief and all-encompassing conviction.
We do not fight for the German middle class, nor for the German proletariat; we fight for our people, for wife and child, for our children's children!
That's what makes us National Socialists!'
-Adolf Hitler, 9th April 1927. Hitler's Words: Two Decades of National Socialism 1923-1943
A white Australia is not a surface, but it is a reasoned policy which goes down to the roots of national life, and by which the whole of our social, industrial, and political organizations is governed...
A white Australia is not possible without whites. Where is Australia to obtain white men and women if we neither produce them ourselves nor attract them from abroad. Look at the matters which lie within the control of the states. They own the land, and land is the great temptation to new settlers from the old world. They own the mines, and the mines have helped to make the reputation of Australia. They own the waterworks, which determine a the distribution of settlement in many districts. They also own the railways, by which the land has been opened up. They control all these factors.'
-A victorious election speech by Alfred Deakin, Australian Prime Minister, delivered at Ballarat, Vic., October 29, 1903.
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