As One Grows Weaker One Is Less

As For Me, You Wonder Why I Am A Socialist. I'll Tell You. It Is Because Socialism Is Inevitable; Because The Present Rotten And Irrational System Cannot Endure; Because The Day Is Past For Your Man On Horseback. The Slaves Won't Stand For It. They Are Too Many, And Willy-nilly They'll Drag Down The Would-be Equestrian Before He Gets Astride. You Can't Get Away From Them, And You'll Have To Swallow The Whole Slave-morality. It's Not A Nice Mess, I'll Allow. But It's Been A-brewing And Swallow It You Must.

I Do Not Live For What The World Thinks Of Me, But For What I Think Of Myself.

Man Rarely Places A Proper Valuation Upon His Womankind, At Least Not Until Deprived Of Them.

They Were Firemakers! They Were Gods! [humans]

Cruelty, As A Fine Art, Has Attained Its Perfect Flower In The Trained-animal World.