Julius Evola Quotes

Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility.

Englishmen hate Liberty and Equality too much to understand them. But every Englishman loves a pedigree.

I am an aristocrat. I love liberty; I hate equality.

Habit is thus the enormous fly-wheel of society, its most precious conservative agent. It alone is what keeps us all within the bounds of ordinance, and saves the children of fortune from the envious uprisings of the poor.

Custom is petrification; nothing but dynamite can dislodge it for a century.

The Romanoffs are like the other side of 'The Great Gatsby.' 'Gatsby' is about the people who don't have the history but who want it. And 'The Romanoffs' is about the people who have it and don't know what to do with it.

How can it be that we laugh about England's obsession with the royal family? At least the royal family has college degrees and military service.

There is a radicalism in all getting, and a conservatism in all keeping. Lovemaking is radical, while marriage is conservative.

Everyone in my book accuses everyone else of being crazy. Frankly, I think the whole society is nuts - and the question is: What does a sane man do in an insane society?

Antiquity is a species of aristocracy with which it is not easy to be on visiting terms.

People who are the most normal are probably the most crazy.

Somebody has said, that a king may make a nobleman but he cannot make a gentleman.

Every historian loves the past or should do. If not, he has mistaken his vocation; but it is a short step from loving the past to regretting that it has ever changed. Conservatism is our greatest trade-risk; and we run psychoanalysts close in the belief that the only "normal" people are those who cause no trouble either to themselves or anybody else.

It is a great deal easier for a man to find a pedigree to fit his virtues than virtues to fit his pedigree.

Piety, like nobility, has its aristocracy.

What is morality but immemorial custom? Conscience is the chief of conservatives.

There was a basket at her feet. She reached into it and lifted out the head of a young woman, a marquise. She wore Bourbon white to her death, but wears the tricolor now - white cheeks, blue lips, red dripping from her neck. Long live the revolution.

Custom is custom: it is built of brass, boiler-iron, granite; facts, reasonings, arguments have no more effect upon it than the idle winds have upon Gibraltar.

The normal and the stigmatized are not persons, but perspectives.

Kings and philosophers defecate, and so do ladies.

How superbly brave is the Englishman in the presence of the awfulest forms of danger and death; and how abject in the presence of any and all forms of hereditary rank.

Custom, then, is the great guide of human life. It is that principle alone, which renders our experience useful to us, and makes us expect, for the future, a similar train of events with those which have appeared in the past.

Some rules are nothing but old habits that people are afraid to change.

The rich are always enamored of the ancient.

A world in everlasting conflict between the new idea and the old allegiances, new arts and new inventions against the old establishment.