Who is Mikhail Bakunin

Mikhail Alexandrovich Bakunin (; 30 May [O.S. 18 May] 1814 – 1 July [O.S. 19 June] 1876) was a Russian revolutionary anarchist, socialist and founder of collectivist anarchism. He is considered among the most influential figures of anarchism and a major founder of the revolutionary socialist and social anarchist tradition. Bakunin's prestige as a revolutionary also made him one of the most famous ideologues in Europe, gaining substantial influence among radicals throughout Russia and Europe.

Bakunin grew up in Pryamukhino, a family estate in Tver Governorate. From 1840, he studied in Moscow, then in Berlin hoping to enter academia. Later in Paris, he met Karl Marx and Pierre-Joseph Proudhon, who deeply influenced him. Bakunin's increasing radicalism ended hopes of a professorial...
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Castali9: if there is one fundamental principle of human morality, it is freedom. to respect the freedom of your fellowman is duty; to love, help, and serve him is virtue. mikhail bakunin, revolutionary catechism
Joekaniu: “if there is one fundamental principle of human morality, it is freedom. to respect the freedom of your fellowman is duty; to love, help, and serve him is virtue.” — mikhail bakunin, revolutionary catechism
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Philobits: “if there is one fundamental principle of human morality, it is freedom. to respect the freedom of your fellowman is duty; to love, help, and serve him is virtue.” — mikhail bakunin, revolutionary catechism
Spencerbeswick: mikhail bakunin: "liberty without socialism is privilege and injustice; socialism without liberty is slavery and brutality." (1867)
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Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
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The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
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