I Never Expect Men To Give Us

Capitalistic Anarchism ? Oh, Yes, If You Choose To Call It So. Names Are Indifferent To Me; I Am Not Afraid Of Bugaboos. Let It Be So, Then, Capitalistic Anarchism.

Years! Years, Ye Shall Mix With Me! Ye Shall Grow A Part Of The Laughing Sea; Of The Moaning Heart Of The Glittered Wave Of The Sun-gleam's Dart In The Ocean-grave. Fair, Cold, And Faithless Wert Thou, My Own! For That I Love Thy Heart Of Stone! From The Heights Above To The Depths Below, Where Dread Things Move, There Is Naught Can Show A Life So Trustless! Proud Be Thy Crown! Ruthless, Like None, Save The Sea, Alone!

What I Say Is, That The Real Non-resistants Can Believe In Direct Action Only, Never In Political Action. For The Basis Of All Political Action Is Coercion; Even When The State Does Good Things, It Finally Rests On A Club, A Gun, Or A Prison, For Its Power To Carry Them Through.

The Revolution Is ... The Blow Dealt ... Agains The Counter Force Of Tyranny, Which Has Never Entirely Recovered From The Blow, But Which From Then Till Now Has Gone On Remolding And Regrappling The Instruments Of Governmental Power, That The Revolution Sought To Shape And Hold As Defenses Of Liberty.

[the Married Woman Is] Is A Bonded Slave, Who Takes Her Master's Name, Her Master's Bread, And Serves Her Master's Passion; [and] Who Passes Through The Ordeal Of Pregnancy And The Throes Of Travail At His Dictation.