Socialist: A man suffering from an overwhelming conviction to believe what is not true.
H. L. MENCKENAfter all is said and done, a hell lot of a lot more is said than done.
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Always remember this: If you don’t attend the funerals of your friends, they will certainly not attend yours.
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A professional politician is a professionally dishonorable man. In order to get anywhere near high office he has to make so many compromises and submit to so many humiliations that he becomes indistinguishable from a streetwalker.
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Freedom of press is limited to those who own one.
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When somebody says it’s not about the money, it’s about the money.
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Most people want security in this world, not liberty.
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The demagogue is one who preaches doctrines he knows to be untrue to men he knows to be idiots.
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A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married.
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Every election is a sort of advance auction sale of stolen goods.
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The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.
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Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
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An idealist is one who, on noticing that roses smell better than a cabbage, concludes that it will also make better soup.
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The chief difference between free capitalism and State socialism seems to be this: that under the former a man pursues his own advantage openly, frankly and honestly, whereas under the latter he does so hypocritically and under false pretenses.
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The common argument that crime is caused by poverty is a kind of slander on the poor.
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On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.
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The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary.
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