Heinrich Heine - "Where they have burned books, they will end in burning human beings.
"Il Vesuvio urlava nella notte, sputando sangue e fuoco. Dal giorno che vide l'ultima rovina di Ercolano e di Pompei, sepolte vive nella tomba di cenere e di lapilli, non s'era mai udita in cielo una così orrenda voce. Un gigantesco albero di fuoco sorgeva altissimo fuor dalla bocca del vulcano: era un'immensa, meravigliosa colonna di fumo e di fiamme, che affondava nel firmamento fino a toccare i pallidi astri."
Discursul lui Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, in Parlamentul tarii : ” Jidanii sunt…
Pierre Drieu la Rochelle by Man Ray
Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
Goddam it, aren't you a Spirit, And your ministers a flaming fire? Portraits by Mati Klarwein - Robert Graves - 1957
Love ceases to be a demon only when he ceases to be a god.
“I haven't got any special religion this morning. My God is the God of Walkers. If you walk hard enough, you probably don't need any other god.
Mikhail Lermontov was a Russian Romantic writer, poet and painter, sometimes called "the poet of the Caucasus", the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in and the greatest figure in Russian Romanticism.
There was no alcohol for us. We were in a red prison.
