War ... a reversal of the rules where a man is permitted to kill all the humans he can.

And you know what it is? San Francisco a golden handcuff with the key thrown away.

Strength and success; they are above morality, above criticism. It seems then, that it is not what you do, but how you do it and what you call it.

There are places in this world where fable, myth, preconception, love, longing or prejudice step in and so distort a cool, clear appraisal that a kind of high colored magical confusion takes permanent hold...Surely Texas is such a place.

I had seen so many begin to pack their lives in cotton woool, smother their impulses, hood their passions, and gradually retire from their manhood into a kind of spiritual and physical semi-invalidism. In this they are encouraged by wives and relatives, and it's such a sweet trap.

You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.

And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.