No man likes to be smoked out of his hole in February.
Art, science, philosophy, religion – each offers at best only a crude simplification of actual living experience.
All power rests on hierarchy: An army is nothing but a well-organized lynch mob.
You cannot reshape human nature without mutilating human beings.
In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.
Cold morning on Aztec Peak Fire Lookout. First, build fire in old stove. Second, start coffee. Then, heat up last night’s pork chops and spinach for breakfast. Why not? And why the hell not?
I’m a fastidious sort of fellow, fond of watermelon and buckbrush nuts.
Filling out the form: Race? Human. Religion? Paiute. Occupation? Criminal anarchy. Hobbies? Survival with honor.
War? The one war I’d be happy to join is the war against officers.
We should restore the practice of dueling. It might improve manners around here.
The death penalty would be even more effective, as a deterrent, if we executed a few innocent people more often.
In America, as elsewhere, the general irritability level keeps rising.
Why I oppose the nuclear-arms race: I prefer the human race.
Our big social institutions do not reflect human nature; they distort it.
Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.
Democracy – rule by the people – sounds like a fine thing; we should try it sometime in America.
Some of my ancestors fought in the American Revolution. A few more wore red coats, a few wore blue coats, and the rest wore no coats at all. We never did figure out who won that war.
Hierarchical institutions are like giant bulldozers – obedient to the whim of any fool who takes the controls.
Anarchy works. Italy has proved it for a thousand years.
In history-as-politics, the ‘future’ is that vacuum in time waiting to be filled with the antics of statesmen.