“But it wasn't a Primary. It was hell among the yearlings and the Charge of the Light Brigade and Saturday night in the backroom of Casey's Saloon rolled into one, and when the smoke cleared away not a picture still hung on the walls. And there wasn't any Democratic Party. There was just Willie, with his hair in his eyes, and his shirt sticking to his stomach with sweat. And he had a meat ax in his hand and was screaming for blood.”
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“Democracy extends the sphere of individual freedom; socialism restricts it. Democracy attaches all possible value to each man; socialism makes each man a mere agent, a mere number. Democracy and socialism have nothing in common but one word: equality. But notice the difference: while democracy seeks equality in liberty, socialism seeks equality in restraint and servitude.”
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“I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.”
― Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road
― Through Painted Deserts: Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road
“I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can't find anybody who can tell me what they want.”
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“Mead.
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
O sweet elixir,
Ye bless the lips and steal the wits.
”
― Sheever's Journal, Diary of a Poison Master
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