Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
To die alone, on rock under sun at the brink of the unknown, like a wolf, like a great bird, seems to me very good fortune indeed.
Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.
New Yorkers like to boast that if you can survive in New York, you can survive anywhere. But if you can survive anywhere, why live in New York?
Some people write to please, to soothe, to console. Others to provoke, to challenge, to exasperate and infuriate. I've always found the second approach the more pleasing.
Only a fool is astonished by the foolishness of mankind.
All governments need enemies. How else to justify their existence?
Freedom begins between the ears.
In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.
Without courage, all other virtues are useless.
Whatever we cannot easily understand we call God; this saves much wear and tear on the brain tissues.
Under the desert sun, in the dogmatic clarity, the fables of theology and the myths of classical philosophy dissolve like mist. The air is clean, the rock cuts cruelly into flesh; shatter the rock and the odor of flint rises to your nostrils, bitter and sharp. Whirlwinds dance across the salt flats, a pillar of dust by day; the thornbush breaks into flame at night. What does it mean? It means nothing. It is as it is and has no need for meaning. The desert lies beneath and soars beyond any possible human qualification. Therefore, sublime.
Liberty cannot be guaranteed by law. Nor by any thing else except the resolution of free citizens to defend their liberties.
We spend more time working for our labor-saving machines than they do working for us.
Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.
Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.
In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.
Men have never loved one another much, for reasons we can readily understand: Man is not a lovable animal.
Every moment is precious. And precarious.
How strange and wonderful is our home, our earth, with its swirling vaporous atmosphere, its flowing and frozen liquids, its trembling plants, its creeping, crawling, climbing creatures, the croaking things with wings that hang on rocks and soar through the fog, the furry grass, the scaly seas.
"If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture--that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." E.Abbey
We can have wilderness without freedom; we can have wilderness without human life at all, but we cannot have freedom without wilderness, we cannot have freedom without leagues of open space beyond the cities, where boys and girls, men and women, can live at least part of their lives under no control but their own desires and abilities, free from any and all direct administration by their fellow men.
The ideal society can be described, quite simply, as that in which no man has the power of means to coerce others.
The greater your dreams, the more terrible your nightmares.
The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.
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