"Paracelsus in Excelsis," by Ezra Pound

Being no longer human, why should I

Pretend humanity or don the frail attire?

Men have I known and men, but never one

Was grown so free an essence, or become

So simply element as what I am. 

The mist goes from the mirror and I see.

Behold! the world of forms is swept beneath-

Turmoil grown visible beneath our peace,

And we that are grown formless, rise above-

Fluids intangible that have been men,

We seem as statues round whose high-risen base

Some overflowing river is run mad,

In us alone the element of calm.

- Ezra Pound, "Paracelsus in Excelsis"

Ramiro Ladesma Ramos on the Nation and the Land

"The land belongs to the nation." 

- Ramiro Ladesma Ramos, ideologist of Spanish fascism, progenitor of National-Syndicalism, writer, essayist, hero of the Spanish Civil War (killed in 1936 by the Soviet-backed Popular Front).

A Remark from Léon Degrelle in 'Militia'

"A great ideal always gives the strength to dominate one's body, to suffer fatigue, hunger and cold. What matters, the sleepless nights, oppressive work, cares or poverty! The essential thing is to have at the bottom of your heart a great force that revives and pushes forward, which strengthens the nerves, which makes the tired blood throb with strong beats, which infuses a burning and conquering fire into the eyes. Then nothing gives pain, pain itself becomes joy because it is more of a means to elevate his gift, to purify his sacrifice." 

- Léon Degrelle, 'Militia'