I Am A Misanthrope Yet Utterly Benevolent.

The First Time I Saw Nitroglycerine Was In The Beginning Of The Crimean War. Professor Zinin In St. Petersburg Exhibited Some To My Father And Me, And Struck Some On An Anvil To Show That Only The Part Touched By The Hammer Exploded Without Spreading.

A Recluse Without Books And Ink Is Already In Life A Dead Man.

I Am A Misanthrope Yet Utterly Benevolent.

My Dynamite Will Sooner Lead To Peace Than A Thousand World Conventions. As Soon As Men Will Find That In One Instant, Whole Armies Can Be Utterly Destroyed, They Surely Will Abide By Golden Peace.

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