[This piece was published in the anarchist journal La Conquête du Pain, published by Fernand Planche, but is translated from a manuscript copy available online. Because the manuscript was badly copied, there are some gaps in the text, but I think its sense and character are quite clear. Planche was a partisan of the “anarchist synthesis” and was instrumental in the publication of Voline’s The Unknown Revolution. He wrote biographies of Louise Michel and Kropotkin, and contributed a Preface to Lasvignes’ French translation of Stirner’s Unique.]
“To Be Anarchist”
To be anarchist is above all to be good; it is to think, to dream, to discuss without sectarianism.
It is to hate everything that causes suffering, tears, death.
It is to understand and explain things clearly, simply, without fear of the consequences, and also without hope of a profit.
It is to reject everything that is ugly, petty, inhuman, servile […]
It is to draw near to everything that is beautiful, good, proud, just, friendly to liberty and truth.
It is to follow a straight path, without letting ourselves be distracted by the threats, nor the insults, nor the calls to treason.
It is to be a helper, to address the woes of our fellows; a struggler, to march at the head of the rebels; a thinker, to glimpse the dawn of a better day.
It is to cherish the lover, to guide the tottering steps of the child, to respect the aged, to engage in mutual aid all around us.
It is, without pity, to strike the tyrant, the swindler, the profiteer, […] and it is to be moved by a musical scale, to marvel at an insect, to cry before a flower.
It is to be limited by no horizon, no border; to wish to be the brother of all humans, with concerning ourselves with races, languages or colors.
It is to keep our word when it has been given freely.
It is to climb the mountains, to race across the plains, to deliver our bodies to the waters of the stream, to the regenerating rays of the sun.
It is to savor the fine, ripe fruits, to bite into the one more […] of love; to make of the animals a second family, faithful, loving, tender.
It is to live intensely without prejudices, without respect for outdated customs, envies, resentments, hatreds; to live two lives, is to live two times.
How many have believed they were anarchists, but were blinded by the dazzling vision. To those, banal egoism regaining the ascendancy, an alimentary and […] sinecure ended the beautiful dream glimpsed, they were not made for that fantastic dream, to bear that vocation.
But, also, how many were anarchists without knowing it, all the names that, following a life of courage, of […] rebellion, of generosity, have left a memory in history were worthy of our name, and also the unknowns who struggle, suffer and die, in order that humanity advances.
Go, friend, you who read me may perhaps be hesitating, but hesitate no longer, the most beautiful of causes is offered to you.
Read, reflect, observe, discuss, analyze, understand, and launch yourself into the fray, the satisfactions will fully compensate the pains and in the evening of your life, before your eyes close forever, when in an instant the film of your existence will unfold in a very brief retrospective, no worry will come to darken your brow, no regret will blanch your lips, if it is not the regret of the dream interrupted and terminated by you.
— From La Conquête du Pain (1934)