The moment you give up your principles, and your values, you are dead, your culture is dead, your civilization is dead. Period.

Glory is a heavy burden, a murdering poison, and to bear it is an art. And to have that art is rare.

Europe is no longer Europe, it is 'Eurabia,' a colony of Islam, where the Islamic invasion does not proceed only in a physical sense, but also in a mental and cultural sense.

You belong neither to God nor the state nor me. You belong to yourself and no one else.

I am known for a life spent in the struggle for freedom, and freedom includes the freedom of religion.

I've found what I was looking for, Child: what people call love between a man and a woman is a season. And if, at its flowering, this season is a feast of greenery, at its waning, it's only a heap of rotting leaves.

I don't want to hear about my death.