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
capture defeated endless fiction life
Writing fiction is... an endless and always defeated effort to capture some quality of life without killing it.
fighting men sea
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.
happiness happy doors
Happiness is something that comes into our lives through doors we don't even remember leaving open.
self two groups
no one in a group of three is the same person he (she, it) is in a group of two. No more than he is the same in a group of two as he is alone.
government support figures
What I can't understand is, how can anybody figure now that the government can support us, when we support the government.
gun men necessary-use
Men in Government monopolize the necessary use of force; they are not using their energies productively; they are not milking cows. To get butter, they must use guns; they have nothing else to use.
law political storm
Nothing whatever but the constitutional law, the political structure, of these United States protects any American from arbitrary seizure of his property and his person, from the Gestapo and the Storm Troops, from the concentration camp, the torture chamber, the revolver at the back of his neck in a cellar.
responsibility hard-work self
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.
quilts memories flower
Our quilts were more than useful, they had the faint sentimentality of a pressed flower. And no more beauty. We did not value them for their appearance, but for the memories in them, for their good wearing qualities and the thrift they represented.
practice democracy socialism
As an American I am of course fundamentally opposed to democracy and to anyone advocating or defending democracy, which in theory and practice is the basis of socialism.
unions communist personal-freedom
I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.
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.
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.