War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

If only more of today's military personnel would realize that they are being used by the owning elite's as a publicly subsidized capitalist goon squad.

There are only two things we should fight for. One is the defense of our homes and the other is the Bill of Rights.

War is just a racket... I believe in adequate defense at the coastline and nothing else.

We must take the profit out of war.

War like any other racket, pays high dividends to the very few. The cost of operations is always transferred to the people who do not profit.

I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in.

Only those who would be called upon to risk their lives for their country should have the privilege of voting to determine whether the nation should go to war.

Why don't those damn oil companies fly their own flags on their personal property-maybe a flag with a gas pump on it.

I spent thirty-three years in the Marines, most of my time being a hlgh class muscle man for Big Business, for Wall Street and the bankers. In short, I was a racketeer for capitalism.

War is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious.

Is what I did really so much worse than what anybody else does?Is it really so much worse than what you do?Think about it.

You have to respect who the character is. It has its own internal truth, and you can't betray that. And if you don't betray that, it will not betray you.

I've never really had a problem with people.

Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.

What sort of space is that which separates a man from his fellows and makes him solitary?

This will of Stirner's, this restless probing of all given knowledge, this endless questioning, and the continuous bending towards new understanding.

What most experimenters take for granted before they begin their experiments is infinitely more interesting than any results to which their experiments lead.

If you’re going to criticize, you should propose.

If you're fortunate enough with your history, like with Men in the Cities, your work becomes so absorbed in culture that the authorship of it doesn't exist anymore.

Down the hill I went, and then, I forgot the ways of men, For night-scents, heady and damp and cool Wakened ecstasy