A slave government is an oligarchy; and one, too, of the most arbitrary and criminal character.

A man is no less a slave because he is allowed to choose a new master once in a term of years.

The fact is that the government, like a highwayman, says to a man: Your money, or your life. And many, if not most, taxes are paid under the compulsion of that threat.

Vices are those acts by which a man harms himself or his property. Crimes are those acts by which one man harms the person or property of another.

Those who are capable of tyranny are capable of perjury to sustain it.

Government is in reality established by the few; and these few assume the consent of all the rest, without any such consent being actually given.

These so-called governments are in reality only great bands of robbers and murderers, organized, disciplined, and constantly on the alert.

Vices are simply the errors which a man makes in his search after his own happiness. Unlike crimes, they imply no malice toward others, and no interference with their persons or property.

No government knows any limits to its power except the endurance of the people.

To say that majorities, as such, have a right to rule minorities, is equivalent to saying that minorities have, and ought to have, no rights, except such as majorities please to allow them.

A man is none the less a slave because he is allowed to choose a new master once in a term of years. Neither are a people any the less slaves because permitted periodically to choose new masters.

I figured that maybe he was only hanging around for the tea and tobacco and when one ran out, so would he.

I MAY HAVE ALLOWED MYSELF SOME FLICKER OF EMOTION IN THE RECENT PAST, said Death, BUT I CAN GIVE IT UP ANY TIME I LIKE.

The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.

Working hard, and being thoughtful, and generous, and smart; it's a path to a better life.

I never share credit or desserts.

The organization of science into disciplines sets up a series of ghettos with remarkable distances of artificial social space between them.

Whoever becomes the head of the National Theater finds himself in a position like that of Nelson's Column - pigeons dump on you because you're there.

I hate talking about football. I just do it, you know?

A child needs encouragement like a plant needs water.

Joy was a flame in me Too steady to destroy. Lithe as a bending reed, Loving the storm that sways her