All Life Is The Struggle, The Effort

What Makes A Nation Great Is Not Primarily Its Great Men, But The Stature Of Its Innumerable Mediocre Ones.

The Direction Of Society Has Been Taken Over By A Type Of Man Who Is Not Interested In The Principles Of Civilisation. Not Of This Or That Civilisation But From What We Can Judge Today Of Any Civilisation. The Type Of Man Dominant Today Is A Primitive One, A Naturmensch Rising Up In The Midst Of A Civilised World.

There Are, Above All, Times In Which The Human Reality, Always Mobile, Accelerates, And Bursts Into Vertiginous Speeds. Our Time Is Such A One, For It Is Made Of Descent And Fall.

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

A Revolution Only Lasts Fifteen Years, A Period Which Coincides With The Effectiveness Of A Generation.