Every Profound Spirit Needs A Mask.

He That Humbleth Himself Wishes To Be Exalted.

The Press, The Machine, The Railway, The Telegraph Are Premises Whose Thousand-year Conclusion No One Has Yet Dared To Draw.

The Criminal Type Is The Type Of The Strong Human Being Under Unfavorable Circumstances: A Strong Human Being Made Sick.

I Know My Fate. One Day My Name Will Be Associated With The Memory Of Something Tremendous — A Crisis Without Equal On Earth, The Most Profound Collision Of Conscience, A Decision That Was Conjured Up Against Everything That Had Been Believed, Demanded, Hallowed So Far. I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

What I Understand By "philosopher": A Terrible Explosive In The Presence Of Which Everything Is In Danger.