“The individual is as sovereign today as in any other period of history, perhaps even more so. In fact, in the measure in which the collective powers gain space, the individual is separated from the old, established associations and stands for himself alone. He now becomes the adversary of the Leviathan, indeed its conqueror, its tamer." — Ernst Jünger

“Invisible in the blue sky above the little frontier-town, the stars formed, on the 20th. of April 1889, at six o’clock eighteen in the afternoon, a definite pattern marking the return to earth of Him Who comes back; of the divine Man “against Time” — the incarnate collective Self of superior mankind, — Who, again and again, and every time more heroically, stands alone against the ever-accelerated current of universal decay, and prepares, in hard, bloody struggle, the dawning of the following Time-cycle, even if he be, for some years or decades, apparently bound to fail.

For the newly born Babe was none other than He.” — Savitri Devi

“Fascism is not a doctrine: it is a dark and ancient will written in our blood, in our soul. If it is different for each nation, then each nation has its own way of saving itself. She finds it deep within herself.”—Maurice Bardèche, ‘What is Fascism?’ (1961)

“In the mystery of the light of the black sun, the divine hero, hanging on the cosmic tree of crucifixion, dies and is reborn. Only when all men, animals, plants and rocks have cried with their last tears, clamouring for his return, with men and the earth dying, poisoned, will the luminous divine face of the God-Man be seen again.” —Miguel Serrano

To the gentleman residing in the vast expanse of Texas (whom I shan't explicitly identify, though I trust you discern your own identity with certainty):

Your narrative of dread, wherein you elucidate the harrowing chronicles of the Verminfolk, the debauchery of their so-called "President," and the intricacies of your subsequent withdrawal, has indeed attained a measure of notoriety. Alas, your erstwhile trust was betrayed, a lamentable course of events most expected, oftentimes orchestrated (as in this case) by the fairer sex.

It is incumbent upon me to forewarn you, sir, that the disapproving eye of the cuckold “leader” of that rabble shall fall squarely upon you as a consequence of your revelations. Pray, extend your correspondence in my direction, for I possess a wealth of supplemental intelligence to share. It is no overstatement to declare that you presently conceal yourself not from your comrades but from your adversaries, for their knowledge of your whereabouts remains unwaveringly intact.

“The man in the black robe steps to the edge of the high seat and reads aloud the royal writ. Not one loud breath is heard in the crowd. The manner of the black-robed one is courtly, and his speech well articulated, but that of which he speaks is blood and death, the blood of 4,500 sworn companions, the death of 4,500 just ones that would rather bow their heads and accept the axe than submit to Frankish justice and foreign ways. At the Süntel river, they defeated the Frankish army, hung Karl's administrators from the willows, sacrificed the [Christian] priests by the megaliths, mounted the red cock on the houses of usury, leveled the houses of prayer and threw the Rolands into the village ponds; free men they wanted to be in a free land. Free men they will be in a free land, a land with neither master nor slave, neither justice nor law, with neither loyalty nor treason. Their heads will roll into the sand and their blood will flow into the yellow sand-walled ditch that leads onto the brook.” - Hermann Löns

"Our world will not be saved by blind intellectuals or jaded scholars. It will be saved by poets and fighters, those who will have forged the 'magic sword' of which Ernst Jünger spoke; the spiritual sword that makes monsters and tyrants pale with fear.” — Dominique Venner

“In the northern sky, the realm of the pole, there shines a mysterious light. It is the aurora borealis—the northern dawn—which bathes the land of Thule with its darkly glowing luminescence. There is no more fitting symbol than this for the subject of this book: the reawakening of the Germanic spirit through the ages.” — Stephen Flowers, The Northern Dawn: A History of the Reawakening of the Germanic Spirit: From the Twilight of the Gods to the Sun at Midnight

"Yggdrasil will only be shaken violently by Ragnarök, not toppled."
~ Ernst Jünger

‘‘And still, the heroic, grand impression given by this endless passage of death uplifts and strengthens us survivors. As strange as it may sound, here you become reacquainted with ideals, the total devotion to an ideal right up to the gruesome death in battle.” - Ernst Jünger, War Diary, July 3 1916