Failure Is Only Postponed Success As Long

This Subject Brings Me To That Vilest Offspring Of The Herd Mind -- The Odious Militia. The Man Who Enjoys Marching In Line And File To The Strains Of Music Falls Below My Contempt; He Received His Great Brain By Mistake -- The Spinal Cord Would Have Been Amply Sufficient. This Heroism At Command, This Senseless Violence, This Accursed Bombast Of Patriotism -- How Intensely I Despise Them! War Is Low And Despicable, And I Had Rather Be Smitten To Shreds Than Participate In Such Doings.

When I Was A Fairly Precocious Young Man I Became Thoroughly Impressed With The Futility Of The Hopes And Strivings That Chase Most Men Restlessly Through Life. Moreover, I Soon Discovered The Cruelty Of That Chase, Which In Those Years Was Much More Carefully Covered Up By Hypocrisy And Glittering Words Than Is The Case Today. By The Mere Existence Of His Stomach Everyone Was Condemned To Participate In That Chase. The Stomach Might Well Be Satisfied By Such Participation, But Not Man Insofar As He Is A Thinking And Feeling Being.

Live With Purpose. Don't Let People Or Things Around You Get You Down.

Is It Not Better For A Man To Die For A Cause In Which He Believes, Such As Peace, Than To Suffer For A Cause In Which He Does Not Believe, Such As War?

What I Value In Life Is Quality Rather Then Quantity.