Without a theory the facts are silent.

The idea of social justice is that the state should treat different people unequally in order to make them equal.

If socialists understood economics, they wouldn't be socialist.

There is all the difference in the world between treating people equally and attempting to make them equal.

'Emergencies' have always been the pretext on which the safeguards of individual liberty have been eroded.

The curious task of economics is to demonstrate to men how little they really know about what they imagine they can design.

[Socialistic] economic planning, regulation, and intervention pave the way to totalitarianism by building a power structure that will inevitably be seized by the most power-hungry and unscrupulous.

In government, the scum rises to the top.

Social justice rests on the hate towards those that enjoy a comfortable position, namely, upon envy.

The more the state "plans" the more difficult planning becomes for the individual.

It is indeed probable that more harm and misery have been caused by men determined to use coercion to stamp out a moral evil than by men intent on doing evil.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

No artist is ahead of his time. He is his time. It is just that others are behind the time.

Female rappers get it the hardest. You have to be a girl, yet you have to be just as hard as the guys. I think some female rappers get scared out of the business before they can make it.

All you god damn dirty Catholics can cath-o-lick my balls.

Learning more truth is a poor and cheap substitute for stopping and putting into action the truth already learned

Blessings we enjoy daily, and for the most of them, because they be so common, men forget to pay their praises. [and miss much of their benefits from grateful appreciation]

A hard lesson had been learned--that man himself suffers most when his hand despoils the earth and robs it of its legitimate fruits.

Gerry Dawes, I can't thank you enough for opening up Spain to me.

I am not blind to the shortcomings of our own people.

I came to the place of my birth and cried: "The friends of my youth, where are they?"--and an echo answered, "Where are they?