And Sometimes When I Am Weary, When

Years! Years, Ye Shall Mix With Me! Ye Shall Grow A Part Of The Laughing Sea; Of The Moaning Heart Of The Glittered Wave Of The Sun-gleam's Dart In The Ocean-grave. Fair, Cold, And Faithless Wert Thou, My Own! For That I Love Thy Heart Of Stone! From The Heights Above To The Depths Below, Where Dread Things Move, There Is Naught Can Show A Life So Trustless! Proud Be Thy Crown! Ruthless, Like None, Save The Sea, Alone!

Anarchism, To Me, Means Not Only The Denial Of Authority, Not Only A New Economy, But A Revision Of The Principles Of Morality. It Means The Development Of The Individual As Well As The Assertion Of The Individual. It Means Self-responsibility, And Not Leader Worship.

And Now, What Has Anarchism To Say To All This, This Bankruptcy Of Republicanism, This Modern Empire That Has Grown Up On The Ruins Of Our Early Freedom? We Say This, That The Sin Our Fathers Sinned Was That They Did Not Trust Liberty Wholly. They Thought It Possible To Compromise Between Liberty And Government, Believing The Latter To Be 'a Necessary Evil,' And The Moment The Compromise Was Made, The Whole Misbegotten Monster Of Our Present Tyranny Began To Grow. Instruments Which Are Set Up To Safeguard Rights Become The Very Whip With Which The Free Are Struck.

Miss Goldman Is A Communist; I Am An Individualist. She Wishes To Destroy The Right Of Property, I Wish To Assert It. I Make My War Upon Privilege And Authority, Whereby The Right Of Property, The True Right In That Which Is Proper To The Individual, Is Annihilated. She Believes That Co-operation Would Entirely Supplant Competition; I Hold That Competition In One Form Or Another Will Always Exist, And That It Is Highly Desirable It Should.

Speak, Speak, Speak, & Remember That Whenever Anyone's Liberty To Speak Is Denied, Your Liberty Is Denied Also, & Your Place Is Where The Attack Is.