The Steam-engine I Call Fire-demon

The Suffering Man Ought Really To Consume His Own Smoke; There Is No Good In Emitting Smoke Till You Have Made It Into Fire.

Hunger Whets Everything, Especially Suspicion And Indignation.

For The Superior Morality, Of Which We Hear So Much, We Too Would Desire To Be Thankful: At The Same Time, It Were But Blindness To Deny That This Superior Morality Is Properly Rather An Inferior Criminality, Produced Not By Greater Love Of Virtue, But By Greater Perfection Of Police; And Of That Far Subtler And Stronger Police, Called Public Opinion.

It Is Part Of My Creed That The Only Poetry Is History, Could We Tell It Right.

Doubt, Of Whatever Kind, Can Be Ended By Action Alone.