History Is The Autobiography Of A Madman.

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.

The People Is Always Expressive Of The Truth. The Life Of A People Cannot Be A Lie.

Slavery Is The First Step Towards Civilization. In Order To Develop It Is Necessary That Things Should Be Much Better For Some And Much Worse For Others, Then Those Who Are Better Off Can Develop At The Expense Of Others.

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.

A Generation Which Has Passed Through The Shop Has Absorbed Standards And Ambitions Which Are Not Of Those Of Spaciousness, And Cannot Get Away From Them. Everything With Them Is Done As Though For Sale, And They Naturally Have In View The Greatest Possible Benefit, Profit And That End Of The Stuff That Will Make The Best Show.