I Have Served One Idea, Marched Under

Strong Drink Stupefies A Man And Makes It Possible For Him To Forget; It Gives Him An Artificial Cheeriness, An Artificial Excitement; And The Pleasure Of This State Is Increased By The Low Level Of Civilization And The Narrow Empty Life To Which These Men Are Confined.

[t]he Departing World Leaves Behind... Not An Heir, But A Pregnant Widow.

Never Was Catholicism, Never Were The Ideas Of Chivalry, Impressed On Men So Deeply, So Multifariously, As The Bourgeois Ideas.

Science Even More Than The Gospel Teaches Us Humility. She Cannot Look Down On Anything, She Does Not Know What Superiority Means, She Despises Nothing, Never Lies For The Sake Of A Pose, And Conceals Nothing Out Of Coquetry. She Stops Before The Facts As An Investigator, Sometimes As A Physician, Never As An Executioner, And Still Less With Hostility And Irony.

This Socialism Will Develop In All Its Phases Until It Reaches Its Own Extremes And Absurdities. Then Once Again A Cry Of Denial Will Break From The Titanic Chest Of The Revolutionary Minority And Again A Mortal Struggle Will Begin, In Which Socialism Will Play The Role Of Contemporary Conservatism And Will Be Overwhelmed In The Subsequent Revolution, As Yet Unknown To Us.