All Men Are Brothers And Each Man

Men In Government Monopolize The Necessary Use Of Force; They Are Not Using Their Energies Productively; They Are Not Milking Cows. To Get Butter, They Must Use Guns; They Have Nothing Else To Use.

Happiness Is Something That Comes Into Our Lives Through Doors We Don't Even Remember Leaving Open.

The Prairies Were Dust. Day After Day, Summer After Summer, The Scorching Winds Blew The Dust And The Sun Was Brassy In A Yellow Sky. Crop After Crop Failed. Again And Again The Barren Land Must Be Mortgaged For Taxes And Food And Next Year's Seed. The Agony Of Hope Ended When There Was Not Harvest And No More Credit, No Money To Pay Interest And Taxes; The Banker Took The Land. Then The Bank Failed.

Two Deep Human Desires Were At War ... The Longing For Stability, For Form, For Permanence, Which In Its Essence Is The Desire For Death, And The Opposing Hunger For Movement, Change, Instability And Risk, Which Are Life. Men Came From The East And Built These American Towns Because They Wished To Go No Farther, And The Towns They Built Were Shaped By The Urge To Go Onward.

I'm Not "filled With My Art". I Ain't Got No Art. I've Got Only A Kind Of Craftsman's Skill, And Make Stories As I Make Biscuits Or Embroider Underwear Or Wrap Up Packages.