Houses Are The Abiding Joys; They Are

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.

It Was Not Seen That Woman's Place Was In The Home Until She Began To Go Out Of It; The Statement Was A Reply To An Unspoken Challenge, It Was Attempted Resistance To Irresistible Change.

What I Can't Understand Is, How Can Anybody Figure Now That The Government Can Support Us, When We Support The Government.

Even The Street, The Sunshine, The Very Air Had A Special Sunday Quality. We Walked Differently On Sundays, With Greater Propriety And Stateliness. Greetings Were More Formal, More Subdued, Voices More Meticulously Polite. Everything Was So Smooth, Bland, Polished. And Genuinely So, Because This Was Sunday. In Church The Rustling And The Stillness Were Alike Pervaded With The Knowledge That All Was For The Best. Propriety Ruled The Universe. God Was In His Heaven, And We Were In Our Sunday Clothes.

One Thing I Hate About The New Deal Is That It Is Killing What, To Me, Is The American Pioneering Spirit. I Simply Do Not Know What To Tell My Own Boys, Leaving School And Confronting This New World Whose Ideal Is Security And Whose Practice Is Dependence Upon Government Instead Of Upon One's Self. All The Old Character-values Seem Simply Insane From A Practical Point Of View; The Self-reliant, The Independent, The Courageous Man Is Penalized From Every Direction.