When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

The old freedom sufficiently survives in the mind of the wage earner to give him the illusion that, while accepting insurance and maintenance from the capitalist state, he can still be a full citizen. He thinks he can have his cake and eat it too. He is mistaken. The great capitalists who procured these regulations from the politicians knew what they were at. They were catching their proletariat in a net, and now they hold it fast.

Oh, you should never, never doubt what nobody is sure about.

The term "Socialism" becomes a common label for the various theories of attack upon the principle of property, the various policies of communal control at the expense of the family and individual freedom.

If you can describe clearly without a diagram the proper way of making this or that knot, then you are a master of the English language.

Just as there is nothing between the admirable omelet and the intolerable, so with autobiography.