We Americans claim to be a peace-loving people. We hate bloodshed; we are opposed to violence. Yet we go into spasms of joy over the possibility of projecting dynamite bombs from flying machines upon helpless citizens.

Let us not overlook vital things, because of the bulk of trifles confronting us.

Poor human nature, what horrible crimes have been committed in thy name!

It is safe to say that no other superstition is so detrimental to growth, so enervating and paralyzing to the minds and hearts of the people, as the superstition of Morality.

Anarchism aims to strip labor of its deadening, dulling aspect, of its gloom and compulsion. It aims to make work an instrument of joy, of strength, of color, of real harmony, so that the poorest sort of a man should find in work both recreation and hope.

Prostitution, although hounded, imprisoned, and chained, is nevertheless the greatest triumph of Puritanism.

What a strange development of patriotism that turns a thinking being into a loyal machine!