That our conquerors, victors of battles and destroyers of nations, are detestable scourges; that a clasp of the hand is preferable to a rifle-shot; that the happiest people is not that which possesses the largest battalions, but that which labours in peace and produces abundantly; and that the amenities of existence do not necessitate the existence of frontiers, beyond which we meet with all the annoyances of the custom-house, with its officials who search our pockets and rifle our luggage.
Our descendants will see this and many other marvels which to-day are extravagant dreams.

To what ideal height will the process of evolution lead mankind?
To no very magnificent height, it is to be feared.

We are afflicted by an indelible taint, a kind of original sin, if we may call sin a state of things with which our will has nothing to do.

We are made after a certain pattern and we can do nothing to change ourselves.

We are marked with the mark of the beast, the taint of the belly, the inexhaustible source of bestiality.
The intestine rules the world.