Worry Is The Stomach's Worst Poison.

My Home Is Where I Work, And I Work Everywhere.

Nature Is Man's Teacher. She Unfolds Her Treasures To His Search, Unseals His Eye, Illumes His Mind, And Purifies His Heart; An Influence Breathes From All The Sights And Sounds Of Her Existence.

Alfred Nobel - Pitiable Half-creature, Should Have Been Stifled By Humane Doctor When He Made His Entry Yelling Into Life. Greatest Merits: Keeps His Nails Clean And Is Never A Burden To Anyone. Greatest Fault: Lacks Family, Cheerful Spirits, And Strong Stomach. Greatest And Only Petition: Not To Be Buried Alive. Greatest Sin: Does Not Worship Mammon. Important Events In His Life: None.

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.

To His Sister-in-law: What A Contrast Between Us! You Live A Warm And Glowing Life, Surrounded By Loved Ones Whom You Care For And Who Care For You; You Are Anchored In Contentment. I Drift About Without Rudder Or Compass, A Wreck On The Sea Of Life; I Have No Memories To Cheer Me, No Pleasant Illusions Of The Future To Comfort Me, Or About Me To Satisfy My Vanity. I Have No Family To Furnish The Only Kind Of Survival That Concerns Us, No Friends For The Wholesome Development Of My Affections, Or Enemies For My Malice.