Rose Wilder Lane
Rose Wilder Lane
Rose Wilder Lanewas an American journalist, travel writer, novelist, political theorist, and daughter of American writer Laura Ingalls Wilder. Along with Ayn Rand and Isabel Paterson, Lane is noted as one of the founders of the American libertarian movement...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth5 December 1886
CountryUnited States of America
government needs unnecessary
The need for Government is the need for force; where force is unnecessary, there is no need for Government.
unions communist personal-freedom
I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.
brother men
All men are brothers and each man is free.
way poor damn
Making the best of things is a damn poor way of dealing with them. My life has been a series of escapes from that quicksand.
letting-go men self
I can imagine nothing more wonderful than always wanting to keep a man...It's this NOT wanting to keep them, and yet not quite being able to disentangle one's self, never quite having the ruthlessness to stike at the hands on the gunwale with an oar until they let go -- that's the horrible thing.
circles break-out movement
An Old World revolution is only a movement around a motionless center; it never breaks out of the circle. Firm in the center is belief in Authority.
writing effort quality
Writing fiction is ... an endless and always defeated effort to capture some quality of life without killing it.
self effort risk
The question is whether personal freedom is worth the terrible effort, the never-lifted burden and risks of self-reliance.
lasts
The longest lives are short; our work lasts longer.
years firsts twenties
The first twenty years of my life were wasted...I didn't fit my environment, and I didn't know any other.
sunday sunshine air
Even the street, the sunshine, the very air had a special Sunday quality. We walked differently on Sundays, with greater proprietyand stateliness. Greetings were more formal, more subdued, voices more meticulously polite. Everything was so smooth, bland, polished. And genuinely so, because this was Sunday. In church the rustling and the stillness were alike pervaded with the knowledge that all was for the best. Propriety ruled the universe. God was in His Heaven, and we were in our Sunday clothes.
taken fog life-is
Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog.
repetition constant receptivity
Constant repetition dulls receptivity ..
lazy laziness asks
I ask myself, 'why am I so lazy?' and am too lazy to reply.