A Recluse Without Books And Ink Is

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 Have Not The Slightest Pretension To Call My Verses Poetry; I Write Now And Then For No Other Purpose Than To Relieve Depression Or To Improve My English.

Kant's Style Is So Heavy That After His Pure Reason, The Reader Longs For Unreasonableness.

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.