Life Is A Thin Narrowness Of Taken-for-granted,

No State, No Government Exists. What Does In Fact Exist Is A Man, Or A Few Men, In Power Over Many Men.

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.

Nothing Whatever But The Constitutional Law, The Political Structure, Of These United States Protects Any American From Arbitrary Seizure Of His Property And His Person, From The Gestapo And The Storm Troops, From The Concentration Camp, The Torture Chamber, The Revolver At The Back Of His Neck In A Cellar.

I Somehow Always Have This Idea That As Soon As I Can Get Through This Work That's Piled Up Ahead Of Me, I'll Really Write A Beautiful Thing. But I Never Do. I Always Have The Idea That Someday, Somehow, I'll Be Living A Beautiful Life.

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.