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
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.
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.
unions communist personal-freedom
I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.
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.
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.
repetition constant receptivity
Constant repetition dulls receptivity ..
lazy laziness asks
I ask myself, 'why am I so lazy?' and am too lazy to reply.
curiosity mind hunger
Curiosity is the hunger of the human mind.
kissing eggs mustache
A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt.