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“Every time I hear a political speech or I read those of our leaders, I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human.

It is always the same words telling the same lies.

And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble – yes, gamble – with a whole part of their life and their so called 'vital interests.”

Albert Camus

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S'il y a des gens qui ne peuvent s'amuser qu'en troupe, le vrai héros s'amuse tout seul.

Dominique de Roux

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"Japan, the land of the rising sun, the world of Tradition, the cult of ancestors, the cult of the elements - the Sun, the Moon, the Water, the mountains, the streams, the forests. The unique etiquette of the samurai. A warrior and heroic nation, mobilized for common and total service to the highest solar ideal. All this contrasted sharply with what we see in our country, in Germany and in Europe as a whole. Cosmopolitan cities, selfishness, capitalism, market, venality, forgetfulness of higher ideals."

Karl Haushofer

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“One must make one’s own life as one would make a work of art. The life of an intelligent man must be created by himself. True superiority consists of nothing else.”

Gabriele d’Annunzio

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Daed to the commies!

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“I never thought I’d live to see the day when the right wing would become the cool ones giving the middle finger to the establishment, and the left wing becoming the sniveling self-righteous twatty ones going around shaming everyone.”

John Lydon

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If you know your enemy and know yourself, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles.

Yukio Mishima

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Before Sex Pistols, music was so bloody serious, all run by university graduates. It was all head music devoid of any real intellectualism. There was no deep though in it, merely images pertaining to something mystical, too stupid and absolutely devoid of reality. How on earth were we supposed to relate to that music when we lived in council flats? We had no money, no job, no nothing. So the Pistols projected that anger, that rock-bottom working-class hate.

John Lydon