Quotes About Freedom

Spartacus is dead, but he's still talking. (Spartacus est mort, Mais il parle encore)

The champions of liberty have the medal for any necklace.

The champions of liberty have the medal for any necklace. (Les champions de la liberte - Ont la medaille pour tout collier)

The key to happiness is not on the lock. (La clé du bonheur N'est sur la serrure)

The kiss is neither returned nor exchanged, because it's free. (Le baiser n'est ni repris - Ni échangé, car gratuit.)

You need a building permit. But no permit needed for happiness. (Il faut un permis de construire. Mais pas besoin pour le bonheur)

Stone walls confine a tinker cold iron binds a witch but a musician's music can never be fettered, for it lives first in her heart and mind.

A nation may lose its liberties in a day and not miss them in a century.

In the state of nature...all men are born equal, but they cannot continue in this equality. Society makes them lose it, and they recover it only by the protection of the law.

The love of democracy is that of equality.

Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out...

We forge the chains we wear in life.

I only ask to be free, the butterflies are free.

I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies.

It would seem as if there never was a book written, or a story told, expressly with the object of keeping boys on shore, which did not lure and charm them to the ocean, as a matter of course.

In short, I should have liked to have had the lightest license of a child, and yet be man enough to know its value

He didn't at all see why the busy bee should be proposed as a model to him; he supposed the Bee liked to make honey, or he wouldn't do it — nobody asked him. It was not necessary for the bee to make such a merit of his tastes.

Freedom of opinion! Where is it? I see a press more mean and paltry and silly and disgraceful than any country ever knew, - if that be its standard, here it is. ... I speak of Miss Martineau, and all parties... shower down upon her a perfect cataract of abuse. "But what has she done? Surely she praised America enough!" - "Yes, but she told us of some of our faults, and Americans can't bear to be told of their faults.

I think I know the delights of freedom

Martin took the same course, thinking as he went, that perhaps the free and independent citizens, who in their moral elevation, owned the colonel for their master, might render better homage to the goddess, Liberty, in nightly dreams upon the oven of a Russian Serf.

Lovely girls; bright women, brown-haired, black-haired, and grey; youths; stalwart men and old; gentle born and peasant born; all red wine for La Guillotine, all daily brought into light from the dark cellars of the loathsome prisons, and carried to her through the streets to slake her devouring thirst. Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death;—the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!

Ya estaba libre. Pero se había hecho tan semejante a la muerte durante la vida, que no supieron cuándo murió.

Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death!