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 career. H...
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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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Sonnet Xvi. To Kosciusko
 by John Keats

Good Kosciusko, thy great name alone
Is a full harvest whence to reap high feeling;
It comes upon us like the glorious pealing
Of the wide spheres -- an everlasting tone.
And now it tells me, that in worlds unknown,
The names of heroes, burst from clouds concealing,
And changed to harmonies, for ever stealing
Through cloudless blue, and round each silver throne.
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