It was part of the Texas ritual. We're rich as son-of-a-bitch stew but look how homely we are, just as plain-folksy as Grandpappy ...back in 1836. We know about champagne and caviar but we talk hog and hominy.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Man with lantern: Who are you? Captain: The Flying Cloud. 220 days out of New York and 50 days trying to find your blasted ha...rbor. Man with lantern: Nobody asked you to come. Captain: Got anything in this hog-end of the world except fog? Man with lantern: Sure, we've got gold, fountains of gold.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
America is no place for an artist: to be an artist is to be a moral leper, an economic misfit, a social liability. A corn-fed hog ...enjoys a better life than a creative writer, painter, or musician. To be a rabbit is better still.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,... Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, brawling, City of the Big Shoulders.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Moving, you roll down the garment, down that pink snapper and hoarder,... as your belly, soft as pudding, slops into the empty space....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Even under the most perfect Social Democracy we should, without Communism, still be living like hogs, except that each hog would g...et his fair share of grub.... Whilst we are hogs, let us at least be well-fed, healthy, reciprocally useful hogs, instead of--well, instead of the sort we are at present.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The rush to California ... and the attitude, not merely of merchants, but of philosophers and prophets, so called, in relation to ...it, reflect the greatest disgrace on mankind. That so many are ready to live by luck, and so get the means of commanding the labor of others less lucky, without contributing any value to society! And that is called enterprise! I know of no more startling development of the immorality of trade, and all the common modes of getting a living. The philosophy and poetry and religion of such a mankind are not worth the dust of a puffball. The hog that gets his living by rooting, stirring up the soil so, would be ashamed of such company. If I could command the wealth of all the worlds by lifting my finger, I would not pay such a price for it.... What a comment, what a satire, on our institutions! The conclusion will be, that mankind will hang itself upon a tree.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »