Years! Years, Ye Shall Mix With Me!

But What The Working-class Can Do, When Once They Grow Into A Solidified Organization, Is To Show The Possessing Class, Through A Sudden Cessation Of All Work, That The Whole Social Structure Rests On Them; That The Possessions Of The Others Are Absolutely Worthless To Them Without The Workers' Activity; That Such Protests, Such Strikes, Are Inherent In The System Of Property And Will Continually Recur Until The Whole Thing Is Abolished - And Having Shown That Effectively, Proceed To Expropriate.

There Is No Peace Now, And There Will Never Be Peace, So Long As One Rules Over Another.

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.

I Die, As I Have Lived, A Free Spirit, An Anarchist, Owing No Allegiance To Rulers, Heavenly Or Earthly.

A Man Won't Steal, Ordinarily, Unless That Which He Steals Is Something He Cannot As Easily Get Without Stealing; In Liberty The Cost Of Stealing Would Involve Greater Difficulties Than Producing, And Consequently He Would Not Be Apt To Steal.