Military courage, which society holds in high esteem, has nothing to do with the political courage of a radical who opposes the system. The latter needs the moral armaments with which to face the contempt of the public. His justification must come from within. He must bravely face the dangers of repression and isolation.
Dominique Venner, The Shock of History
I'm overwhelmed by the way the world is going at the moment. In the long term, all the continents (yellow, black and brown) will plunge on old Europe.
They are hundreds and hundreds of millions. They are hungry and they're not afraid to die. As for us, we no longer know how to die, or to kill. There must be preaching, but Europe no longer believes in anything. So we need to wait for the year thousand or a miracle.
Me, I find it harder and harder to live in front of a wall.
Albert Camus, Letter to a friend
The moment despair is alone, pure, sure of itself, pitiless in its consequences, it has a merciless power.Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
It is by 'black Power' that the headlines are caught, and under the shape of the negro that the consequences for Britain of immigration and what is miscalled 'race' are popularly depicted. Yet it is more truly when he looks into the eyes of Asia that the Englishman comes face to face with those who will dispute with him the possession of his native land.
Enoch Powell, speech
From Guilsborough to Northampton, all the way
Under a full red August moon, I wandered down.
The fields lay bright as day
And white as if with snow new strewn;
The moist warm air was hushed, there came no sound
Of aircraft throbbing overhead
Nor rumbling gunfire from the cities round,
But all was still: no other tread
Echoed along the highway.
Yet the air Seemed thronged and teeming, as if hosts
Of living presences were everywhere;
And I imagined they were ghosts
Of the old English, who by tower and spire,
Wherever priest and sexton's spade
In church or graveyard round about the shire
Their unremembered bones had laid,
Now in the warm still night arising, filled
The broad air with their company,
And hovering in the fields that once they tilled,
Brooded on England's destiny.
Enoch Powell, The Ghosts of the Old English
In every herd there is some restive steer
Who leaps the cows and heads each hot stampede,
Till the old bulls unite in jealous fear
To hunt him from the pastures where they feed.
Lost in the night he hears the jungles crash
And desperately, lest his courage fail,
Across his hollow flanks with sounding lash
Scourges the heavy whipcord of his tail.
Far from the phalanxes of horns that ward
The sleeping herds he keeps the wolf at bay,
At nightfall by the slinking leopard spoored,
And goaded by the fly-swarm through the day.
Roy Campbell, The Making of a Poet
What is called "Racism" is simply the natural resentment the invaded feel for the invader, an imaginary evil invented to delegitimise the distress Europeans feel at having their ancestral homelands taken away from them and their ancient cultures eroded and destroyed. It is not wickedness. It is not pathology. On the contrary, it is the absence of such feeling that is truly pathological.
I’d merely applied conservative principles — the things National Review stood for — to Israel: it was a socialist country with no conception of limited, constitutional government, which discriminated against Christians, while betraying its benefactor, the United States, and turning the Muslim world against us. It seemed pretty clear-cut to me, and none of the reasons conservatives gave for supporting Israel made much sense. Nobody really disagreed with me. That, in fact, was the problem. Nothing creates more awkwardness than saying things people can’t afford to admit they agree with. Disagreement is manageable. It’s agreement that wreaks havoc. If people disagree, they’ll debate you. If they secretly agree with something, but are furious with you for saying it, then they’ll try to shut you up by any means necessary. As Tom Stoppard puts it, “I agree with every word you say, but I will fight to the death against your right to say it.”Joseph Sobran, How I was fired by Bill Buckley (link)