If I Have A Thousand Ideas And

If I Have A Thousand Ideas And Only One Turns Out To Be Good, I Am Satisfied.

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.

Hope Is Nature's Veil For Hiding Truth's Nakedness.

I Am Not Aware That I Have Deserved Any Notoriey, And I Have No Taste For Its Buzz.

Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.