No one has ever announced that because determinism is true thermostats do not control temperature.

Taxation of earnings from labor is on a par with forced labor. Seizing the results of someone's labor is equivalent to seizing hours from him and directing him to carry on various activities.

You can't satisfy everybody; especially if there are those who will be dissatisfied unless not everybody is satisfied.

The trouble with government regulation of the market is that it prohibits capitalistic acts between consenting adults.

Instead of trying to prove your opponent wrong, try to see in what sense he might be right.

Marxian exploitation is the exploitation of people's lack of understanding of economics.

No state more extensive than the minimal state can be justified.

Taxation of earnings from labor is on a par with forced labor.

The socialist society would have to forbid capitalist acts between consenting adults.

A distribution is just if it arises from another just distribution by legitimate means.

What else can matter to us, other than how our lives feel from the inside?

After the end of the world, there is a world. Life doesn’t stop. It changes. And it changes me.

The world is a cruel place, Petrosinella, and it wounds the weak.

Remember it is your choice

We are never going to get the results and take empowered action when our mindsets are in opposition to our desires

Health and beauty is not just about what you apply. If you don't have it together on the inside, then nothing else is going to matter.

Signals from spirit all serve the same purpose; to give you back your life as a creator

The effort to reconcile science and religion is almost always made, not by theologians, but by scientists unable to shake off altogether the piety absorbed with their mother's milk.

If you would venture, let your mind be bold . . . not reckless but bold.

He who has once deviated from the truth, usually commits perjury with as little scruple as he would tell a lie.

yet it seems Life scarce can cast a fragrance on the wind, Scarce spread a glory to the morning beams, But the torn petals strew the garden plot; And there's but common greenness after that.