Quotes About Freedom

I'm tired of being set upon by crazed Christians one minute and unbridled libertines the next. Girls, I'm going camping.

God hangs my slatted cage, sometimes On Skyey balconies of bloom; He lifts my latch, some rainy days, And lets me hop about His room; But when, at last, He thinks it time To tell me what the Others know, He'll lift the window toward the hills And let me go.

When you're writing, let's say, an essay for a magazine, you try to tell the truth at every moment. You do your best to quote people accurately and get everything right. Writing a novel is a break from that: freedom. When you're writing a novel, you are in charge; you can beef things up.

As long as we have a master in heaven, we will be slaves on earth.

All exercise of authority perverts, and submission to authority humiliates.

The more fully the individual is developed, the greater his freedom.

People go to church for the same reasons they go to a tavern: to stupefy themselves, to forget their misery, to imagine themselves, for a few minutes anyway, free and happy.

We exhort the compromisers to open their hearts to truth, to free themselves of their wretched and blind circumspection, of their intellectual arrogance, and of the servile fear which dries up their souls and paralyzes their movements.

We are convinced that liberty without socialism is privilege, injustice; and that socialism without liberty is slavery and brutality.

The State, therefore, is the most flagrant, the most cynical, and the most complete negation of humanity. It shatters the universal solidarity of all men on the earth, and brings some of them into association only for the purpose of destroying, conquering, and enslaving all the rest.

Emancipation of the toilers can be the work only of the toilers themselves.

We must not only act politically, but in our politics act religiously, religiously in the sense of freedom, of which the one true expression is justice and love.

Anarchism is "stateless socialism."

At the rate things are going here, all of Africa will be free before we can get a lousy cup of coffee.

Those kids aren't dumb. But the people who run these schools want to make sure they don't get smart: they are really teaching the kids to be slaves.

Confronted with the impossibility of remaining faithful to one's beliefs, and the equal impossibility of becoming free of them, one can be driven to the most inhuman excesses.

In giving up the attempt to combine dramatic music with dramatic representation, the oratorio freed itself at once from all these absurdities, and all these limitations. It ceased to be acting marred by singing; it became recitation glorified by music.

Persecution is only an attempt to do that overtly and with violence, which the community is, in self-defense, perpetually doing unconsciously and in silence. In many societies variation of belief is practically impossible. In other societies it is permitted only along certain definite lines. In no society that has ever existed, or could be conceived as existing, are opinions equally free (in the scientific sense of the term, not the legal) to develop themselves indifferently in all directions.

The car as we know it is on the way out. To a large extent, I deplore its passing, for as a basically old-fashioned machine, it enshrines a basically old-fashioned idea: freedom. In terms of pollution, noise and human life, the price of that freedom may be high, but perhaps the car, by the very muddle and confusion it causes, may be holding back the remorseless spread of the regimented, electronic society.

The human body as an obedient coolie, to be fed and hosed down, and given just enough sexual freedom to sedate itself.

Yes, we gave her drugs - we wanted to free her from those sinister clinics up in the hills, from those men in white coats who know best. Bibi needed to soar over our heads, dreaming her amphetamine dreams, coming off the beach in the evening and leading everyone into the cocaine night.

La femme mariée est une esclave qu'il faut savoir mettre sur un trône.

In these times, liberty is no longer proscribed; it is going its rounds again.

To sum up, the world is mine without effort of mine, and the world has not the slightest hold on me.