For My Part, I Wish All Guns

The Savants Will Write Excellent Volumes. There Will Be Laureates. But Wars Will Continue Just The Same Until The Forces Of The Circumstances Render Them Impossible.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.

Alfred Nobel - Pitiable Half-creature, Should Have Been Stifled By Humane Doctor When He Made His Entry Yelling Into Life. Greatest Merits: Keeps His Nails Clean And Is Never A Burden To Anyone. Greatest Fault: Lacks Family, Cheerful Spirits, And Strong Stomach. Greatest And Only Petition: Not To Be Buried Alive. Greatest Sin: Does Not Worship Mammon. Important Events In His Life: None.

Perhaps My Dynamite Plants Will Put An End To War Sooner Than Your [pacifist] Congresses. On The Day Two Army Corps Can Annihilate Each Other In One Second All Civilized Nations Will Recoil From War In Horror.

I Would Not Leave Anything To A Man Of Action As He Would Be Tempted To Give Up Work; On The Other Hand, I Would Like To Help Dreamers As They Find It Difficult To Get On In Life.