Christian

“They had faces, and they had not faces! They had forms and they were formless! How may I describe that which baffles description? We are accustomed to concrete, cohesive, permanent types of form and faces, and these were inchoate! Never in any two moments were their aspects the same. They elongated, contracted, widened, expanded. At one moment the lower parts of one of these beings would apparently vanish while the upper parts remained visible, and again, conditions were reversed. Or a front aspect faded instantaneously, leaving but the rear section visible, only to promptly reverse the phenomenon. Or a left side disappeared, leaving the right side perceptible; then—but picture it for yourself! I have said enough!”
― Nictzin Dyalhis, The Sapphire Goddess: The Fantasies of Nictzin Dyalhis

“In paganism, by contrast, good cannot be separated from beauty—and this is quite normal, since what is good are the most accomplished forms of this world. Consequently, art cannot be separated from religion. Art is sacred. Not only can the gods be represented, but art is how they can be represented, and insofar as men perpetually assure them of re-presentation, they have a full status of existence. All European spirituality is based on representation as mediation between the visible and the invisible, on representation by means of depicted figures and signs exchanged against a meaning intimately tied to the real, the very guarantee of this incessant and mutual conversion of the sign and of meaning. Beauty is the visible sign of what is good; ugliness the visible sign of not only what is deformed or spoiled, but bad.21”
― Alain de Benoist, On Being a Pagan

“And all eventually fail, including man. However, traditional man rose above this fate by choosing it: by consciously choosing to live toward death; to create a glorious life for himself and a glorious death, which would be sung about and celebrated by future generations.”
― Collin Cleary, Summoning the Gods

“The barbarian scoffed again. “Life is conflict. We are but wolves that walk on two legs. Build your temples, write your books, nothing will ever change.”
― Schuyler Hernstrom, Mortu and Kyrus in the White City