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Almost all of our relationships begin and most of them continue as forms of mutual exploitation, a mental or physical barter, to be terminated when one or both parties run out of goods.
If my love is without sacrifice, it is selfish. Such a love is barter, for there is exchange of love and devotion in return for something. It is conditional love.
All government, indeed every human benefit and enjoyment, every virtue, and every prudent act, is founded on compromise and barter.
It is a clear truth that those who every day barter away other men's liberty will soon care little for their own.
Capitalism invariably boils down to barter between two willing parties, neither of whom uses force to work with the other.
My mother is the sort of woman who not only can raise a chicken and roast it to moist perfection but, as she proved to my openmouthed sister and me on a family holiday to Morocco when we were very young, can barter for one in a market, kill it, pluck it, and then cook it to perfection.
We are not going to toy with our religion or any other. Nor are we going to barter. We are here to extend our hands to build peace and harmony.
The propensity to truck, barter and exchange one thing for another is common to all men, and to be found in no other race of animals.
Organisms sip energy, because they have to work or barter for every single bit that they get.
