Quotes About Freedom

You know why there's a Second Amendment? In case the government fails to follow the first one.

It is freedom that allows ordinary people to do extraordinary things.

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

I have come to believe that the best kind of walk, or journey, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out.

On the open road we are all brothers.

As I walked home last night I saw a lone fox dancing In the cold moonlight. I stood and watched. Then Took the low road, knowing The night was his by right. Sometimes, when words ring true, I'm like a lone fox dancing In the morning dew.

I knew I was free; that I had always been free; held back only by my own weakness, lacking impulse and the imagination to break away from an existence that had become habitual for years.

For nature does things in good order: And birds and butterflies recognize No man-made border

Botanists have done their best to intimidate and confuse the nature lover. But we should not allow ourselves to be discouraged; we have as much right to the enjoyment of wild flowers as they. So I will disregard the botanist and I will go looking for the pretty flower that I have named Merry Heart. It is always nodding and dancing in the breeze. It is a happy flower, deserving of a happy, light name.

Once you have lived with mountains, there is no escape. You belong to them.

It's safer in the jungle than in the town.

I was alone. Alone with the wind and the sky.

let nature reign, let freedom sing.

On my way back to the town I took a short cut through the forest. A swarm of yellow butterflies drifted across the path. A woodpecker pecked industriously on the bark of a tree, searching for young cicadas. Overhead, wild duck flew north, on their way across Central Asia, all traveling without passports. Birds and butterflies recognize no borders.

They were not in a hurry to get anywhere. They had everywhere to go and they could take their own time going there, and there was no one to hurry them on.

peacocks flew.

The best kind of walk, and this applies to the plains as well as to the hills, is the one in which you have no particular destination when you set out. 'Where

What you really want is freedom. Your own tree, your own room, your own small place in the sun.

Freedom, I was beginning to realize, is something you have to insist upon.

Mozambique and Timbuctoo. We took long walks together, explored old ruins, chased butterflies and waved to passing

Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway nigh me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river— There's the life for a man like me, There's the life for ever.   The

But being alone as a matter of choice is one of life's pleasures.

It is always the same with mountains. Once you have lived with them for any length of time, you belong to them. There is no escape.

I don't want to rot like mangoes at the end of the season, or burnout like the sun at the and of the day. I cannot live like the gardener, the cook and water-carrier, doing the same task everyday of my life... I want to be either somebody or nobody. I don't want to be anybody.