A Kiss Without A Mustache Is Like

That Way Of Life Against Which My Generation Rebelled Had Given Us Grim Courage, Fortitude, Self-discipline, A Sense Of Individual Responsibility, And A Capacity For Relentless Hard Work.

I Am Now A Fundamentalist American; Give Me Time And I Will Tell You Why Individualism, Laissez-faire And The Slightly Restrained Anarchy Of Capitalism Offer The Best Opportunities For The Development Of The Human Spirit.

I'm Not "filled With My Art". I Ain't Got No Art. I've Got Only A Kind Of Craftsman's Skill, And Make Stories As I Make Biscuits Or Embroider Underwear Or Wrap Up Packages.

Anyone Who Says That Economic Security Is A Human Right, Has Been To Much Babied. While He Babbles, Other Men Are Risking And Losing Their Lives To Protect Him. They Are Fighting The Sea, Fighting The Land, Fighting Disease And Insects And Weather And Space And Time, For Him, While He Chatters That All Men Have A Right To Security And That Some Pagan God—society, The State, The Government, The Commune—must Give It To Them. Let The Fighting Men Stop Fighting This Inhuman Earth For One Hour, And He Will Learn How Much Security There Is.

The Real Protection Of Life And Property, Always And Everywhere.