Love Delayed Is Lust Augmented.

Love Is Not Breathlessness; It Is Not Excitement; It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being “in Love”, Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

Fascism Is Fundamentally And At Bottom An Aesthetic Conception, And . . . It Is Your Function As Creators Of Beautiful Things To Portray With The Greatest Efficacy The Sublime Beauty And Inevitable Reality Of The Fascist Ideal.

God Is An Oppressor, He Is Incapable Of Human Sympathy; Behind A Smiling Face He Hides An Evil Heart.

History Is The Propaganda Of The Victors.

We Should Care For Each Other More Than We Care For Ideas, Or Else We Will End Up Killing Each Other.