Nordic race

"I am naturally a Nordic—a chalk-white, bulky Teuton of the Scandinavian or North-German forests—a Viking berserk killer—a predatory rover of Hengist and Horsa—a conqueror of Celts and mongrels and founders of Empires—a son of the thunders and the arctic winds, and brother to the frosts and the auroras—a drinker of foemen's blood from new picked skulls—a friend of the mountain buzzards and feeder of seacoast vultures—a blond beast of eternal snows and frozen oceans—a prayer to Odin and Thor and Woden and Alfadur, the raucous shouter of Niffelheim—a comrade of the wolves, and rider of nightmares—aye—I speak truly—for was I not born with yellow hair and blue eyes—the latter not turning dark till I was nearly two, and the former lasting till I was over five? Ho, for the hunting and fishing of Valhalla!"

"I am the leader. Leader of the lost, ruler of the ruins. I am a man, like any other man. I lead the country that I love out of the wilderness of the twentieth century. I believe in survival. In the destiny of the Nordic race. I believe in fascism."

"[H]eroism is basic to the character of the Nordic peoples. This heroism of the ancient mythic period—and this is what is decisive—has never been lost, despite times of decline, so long as the Nordic blood was still alive. Heroism, in fact, took many forms, from the warrior nobility of Siegfried or Hercules to the intellectual nobility of Copernicus and Leonardo, the religious nobility of Eckehart and Lagarde, or the political nobility of Frederick the Great and Bismarck, and its substance has remained the same."