O Music! Miraculous art! A blast of thy trumpet and millions rush forward to die; a peal of thy organ and uncounted nations sink down to pray.

All is race; there is no other truth ,and every race must fall which carelessly suffers its blood to become mixed.

In great cities men are brought together by the desire of gain. They are not in a state of co-operation, but of isolation, as to the making of fortunes; and for all the rest they are careless of neighbors.

The fool wonders, the wise man asks.

The pursuit of science leads only to the insoluble.

What is earnest is not always true; on the contrary error is often more earnest than truth.

No man will treat with indifference the principle of race. It is the key to history, and why history is often so confused is that it has been written by men who are ignorant of this principle and all the knowledge it involves. . . Language and religion do not make a race--there is only one thing which makes a race, and that is blood.