Quotes from Jean Raspail

Day by day, month by month, doubt by doubt, law and order became fascism; education, constraint; work, alienation; revolution, mere sport; leisure, a privilege of class; marijuana, a harmless weed; family, a stifling hothouse; affluence, oppression; success, a social disease; sex, an innocent pastime; youth, a permanent tribunal; maturity, the new senility; discipline, an attack on personality; Christianity... and the West... and white skin...

Your universe has no meaning to them. They will not try to understand. They will be tired, they will be cold, they will make a fire with your beautiful oak door...

The West] has not yet understood that whites, in a world become too small for its inhabitants, are now a minority and that the proliferation of other races dooms our race, my race, irretrievably to extinction in the century to come, if we hold fast to our present moral principles.

What was there in the world more Western than Mozart, more civilized, more perfect? No eight hundred thousand voices could drone their chant to Mozart's notes. Mozart had never written to stir the masses, but to touch the heart of each single human being, in his private self.

Now, it's a known fact that racism comes in two forms: that practiced by whites— heinous and inexcusable, whatever its motives—and that practiced by blacks—quite justified, whatever its excesses, since it's merely the expression of a righteous revenge, and it's up to the whites to be patient and understanding.

Gracias a Dios por el jamón suave, el pan fragante, el vino fresco! ¡Por la salud del viejo mundo y de aquellos que todavía son felices en él!

Todellinen vihollinen löytyy poikkeuksetta linjojen takaa, omasta selustasta, ei koskaan edestä eikä myöskään sisältä. Jokainen ammattisotilas tietää tämän, ja kaikissa armeijoissa kaikkina aikoina on esiintynyt kiusausta jättää muodollinen vihollinen sikseen ja kääntyä ympäri selvittämään tilit todellisen vihollisen kanssa kerta kaikkiaan!

Can a door protect a world that has lived too long?

Mozart nunca escribió para conmover a las masas, sino para tocar el corazón de cada ser humano en su intimidad

Freedom is all or nothing. With the likes of this would-be heartrending rabble, these pseudopathetic peons beating his battering rams against the gates, Dio knew that, in time, he was sure to smash them down. When freedom expands to mean freedom of instinct and social destruction, then freedom is dead.