And, inasmuch [as] most good things are produced by labour, it follows that all such things of right belong to those whose labour has produced them. But it has so happened in all ages of the world, that some have laboured, and others have, without labour, enjoyed a large proportion of the fruits. This is wrong, and should not continue. To [secure] to each labourer the whole product of his labour, or as nearly as possible, is a most worthy object of any good government.
The one prudence in life is concentration; the one evil is dissipation: and it makes no difference whether our dissipations are coarse or fine; property and its cares, friends and a social habit, or politics, or music, or feasting. Everything is good which takes away one plaything and delusion more, and drives us home to add one stroke of faithful work.
I couldn't get myself to read the want ads. The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that i wanted a job, that i was qualified for a job, was too much for me. Frankly, i was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So i stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat.
Now look at me! Take a good look! I was born and i knew i was alive and i knew what i wanted. What do you think is alive in me? Why do you think i'm alive? Because i have a stomach and eat and digest the food? Because i breathe and work and produce more food to digest? Or because i know what i want, and that something which knows how to wantisn't that life itself? And whoin this damned universewho can tell me why i should live for anything but for that which i want?