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
self effort risk
The question is whether personal freedom is worth the terrible effort, the never-lifted burden and risks of self-reliance.
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.
art skills stories
I'm not "filled with my art". I ain't got no art. I've got only a kind of craftsman's skill, and make stories as I make biscuits or embroider underwear or wrap up packages.
mother cutting years
I am too sick to work and haven't money enough to last 2 months and pay income tax. I want to keep going but do not see quite how, and there is no alternative - rather than justify my mother's 25-year dread of my "coming back on her, sick", I must kill myself. If she has to pay funeral costs, at least she will cut them to the bone and I will not be here to endure her martyrdom and prolong it by living.
brother men
All men are brothers and each man is free.
taken fog life-is
Life is a thin narrowness of taken-for-granted, a plank over a canyon in a fog.
kissing eggs mustache
A kiss without a mustache is like an egg without salt.
lazy laziness asks
I ask myself, 'why am I so lazy?' and am too lazy to reply.
unions communist personal-freedom
I came out of the Soviet Union no longer a communist, because I believed in personal freedom.
government needs unnecessary
The need for Government is the need for force; where force is unnecessary, there is no need for Government.
men facts doe
No state, no government exists. What does in fact exist is a man, or a few men, in power over many men.
summer wind land
The prairies were dust. Day after day, summer after summer, the scorching winds blew the dust and the sun was brassy in a yellow sky. Crop after crop failed. Again and again the barren land must be mortgaged for taxes and food and next year's seed. The agony of hope ended when there was not harvest and no more credit, no money to pay interest and taxes; the banker took the land. Then the bank failed.
opportunity giving development
I am now a fundamentalist American; give me time and I will tell you why individualism, laissez-faire and the slightly restrained anarchy of capitalism offer the best opportunities for the development of the human spirit.
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.