I am not aware that I have deserved any notoriey, and I have no taste for its buzz.

A recluse without books and ink is already in life a dead man.

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.

If I have a thousand ideas and only one turns out to be good, I am satisfied.

Good wishes alone will not ensure peace.

For me writing biographies is impossible, unless they are brief and concise, and these are, I feel, the most eloquent.

I intend to leave after my death a large fund for the promotion of the peace idea, but I am skeptical as to its results.