The Newspapers Are The Cemeteries Of Ideas.

Whoever Lays His Hand On Me To Govern Me Is A Usurper And Tyrant, And I Declare Him My Enemy.

To Be Governed Is, Under Pretext Of Public Utility And In The Name Of The General Interest, To Be Laid Under Contribution, Drilled, Fleeced, Exploited, Monopolized, Extorted From, Exhausted, Hoaxed And Robbed; Then, Upon The Slightest Resistance, At The First Word Of Complaint, To Be Repressed, Fined, Vilified, Annoyed, Hunted Down, Pulled About, Beaten, Disarmed, Bound, Imprisoned, Shot, Judged, Condemned, Banished, Sacrificed, Sold, Betrayed, And, To Crown All, Ridiculed, Derided, Outraged, Dishonored.

Tormented By Conflicting Feelings, I Appealed To Reason ; And It Is Reason Which, Amid So Many Dogmatic Contradictions, Now Forces The Hypothesis Upon Me. A Priori Dogmatism, Applying Itself To God, Has Proved Fruitless: Who Knows Whither The Hypothesis, In Its Turn, Will Lead Us? I Will Explain Therefore How, Studying In The Silence Of My Heart, And Far From Every Human Consideration, The Mystery Of Social Revolutions, God, The Great Unknown, Has Become For Me An Hypothesis, I Mean A Necessary Dialectical Tool.

Democracy Is Nothing But The Tyranny Of Majorities, The Most Abominable Tyranny Of All, For It Is Not Based On The Authority Of A Religion, Not Upon The Nobility Of A Race, Not On The Merits Of Talents And Of Riches. It Merely Rests Upon Numbers And Hides Behind The Name Of The People.

Liberty, Not The Daughter But The Mother Of Order.