It is often said that Anarchists live in a world of dreams to come, and do not see the things which happen today. We do see them only too well, and in their true colors, and that is what makes us carry the hatchet into the forest of prejudice that besets us.
I cannot tell a lie, I did it with my little hatchet.mason weems
Father, I cannot tell a lie. I did it with my little hatchet.
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among the nations.Henry Wadsworth Longfellow