We say that the world's magnificence has been enriched by a new beauty: the beauty of speed. Time and Space died yesterday. We already live in the absolute, because we have created eternal, omnipresent speed.

War, the World's Only Hygiene

I feel the matter of my heart being transformed, metallized, in an optimism of steel.

A new beauty has been added to the splendor of the world - the beauty of speed.

The past is necessarily inferior to the future. That is how we wish it to be. How could we acknowledge any merit in our most dangerous enemy: the past, gloomy prevaricator, execrable tutor?

Destroy the Museums. Crack syntax. Sabotage the adjective. Leave nothing but the verb.

We love the indomitable bellicose patriotism that sets you apart; we love the national pride that guides your muscularly courageous race; we love the potent individualism that doesn't prevent you from opening your arms to individualists of every land, whether libertarians or anarchists.