Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.

I Am A Misanthrope And Yet Utterly Benevolent, Have More Than One Screw Loose Yet Am A Super-idealist Who Digests Philosophy More Efficiently Than Food.

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.

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.

Lawyers Have To Make A Living, And Can Only Do So By Inducing People To Believe That A Straight Line Is Crooked.