We are the new "barbarians", forged in iron hardness in the fires of their hate and persecution. All over the world, we wait to pounce.

The color of your skin is your uniform in this ultimate battle for the survival of the West.

Revolution is a spectators sport. The majority will sit in the stands and watch the factions fight. At the end they will choose side with the team that is winning.

White Man, let us stand together to secure the survival of your people and my people, for they are one and the same - they are our beloved, miraculous, wonderful, blessed and masterful white race!

We must have an America in which White men and women can live and work, in their homes and in the streets of our cities, without fear.

I just think you people would be happier back in Africa where you came from.

Being prepared to die is one of the great secrets of living.

I knew I would not live to see the victory which I would make possible. But I would not die before I would make that victory certain.

We must put an end to both economic freeloading and economic exploitation in America. There must be no place for parasites who draw their sustenance from society without giving anything in return.

Jews talk a lot about God. But actually their god, just like Marx said, is money. Cash!

We must make it an imperative duty of our government to protect the gifts which Nature has bestowed on America and to insure the maintenance of a clean, healthy, wholesome environment for our people.

Autumn is a momentum of the natures golden beauty…, so the same it’s time to find your momentum of life

Offer yourself forgiveness as a gift. The word ‘give’ is the basic keyword in the word forgiveness, therefore it relays a meaning therein.

The Islamic ethic is that if God has given you the capacity or good fortune to be a privileged individual in society, you have a moral responsibility to society.

Writers are spies. Outsiders. Believers in the turning pages.

Sensitive people never like the fatigue of justifying their instincts.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

Now if I cry on screen I think it's mint. Because I think that's how that person would feel at that time. And if it doesn't, then it just doesn't happen.

Music was such a love of mine. It was my way of exploring life, my internal world. To be honest, I don't really know why or why not. It's just seems life without it would be death.

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.