Tell me who you walk with, and I'll tell you who you are.
During the 2300 years since Plato, very little opposition has been registered to his ideas.
The champions of socialism call themselves progressives, but they recommend a system which is characterized by rigid observance of routine and by a resistance to every kind of improvement. They call themselves liberals, but they are intent upon abolishing liberty. They call themselves democrats, but they yearn for dictatorship. They call themselves revolutionaries, but they want to make the government omnipotent. They promise the blessings of the Garden of Eden, but they plan to transform the world into a gigantic post office. Every man but one a subordinate clerk in a bureau.
The worst evils which mankind has ever had to endure were inflicted by bad governments.
The elimination of profit, whatever methods may be resorted to for its execution, must transform society into a senseless jumble. It would create poverty for all.
He who serves the public best, makes the highest profits.
The real bosses, in the capitalist system of market economy, are the consumers.
So it's the unwinding of your nervous system. The corresponding experience to what winds you up comes out in your dreams. To write a song then, even one like Don't Bother Me, helps to get rid of some subconscious burden. Writing a song is like going to confession.
When you sit for an hour and a half in front of somebody, he or she shows about twenty faces. And so it's this crazy chase of, Which face? Which one is the one?
A kind heart is a fountain of gladness, making everything in its vicinity freshen into smiles.
I am very needy for friendship and I hate men. I want to f - - them, but I can now say I'm engaged - get away from me.