Quotes About Freedom

When there is freedom of speech, I've found that the majority of people really have nothing to say.

Fashion is a declaration of your own freedom.

I am sure that as soon as speech was invented, efforts to suppress and control it began, and that process of suppression continues unabated.

Liberty is the freedom of individual to express, without external hindrances, his personality.

Void of freedom, what would virtue be?

Those who prize freedom only for the material benefits it offers have never kept it for long.

Those who desire to give up freedom in order to gain security will not have either one.

The last freedom is choosing your attitude.

Our collective freedom... depends on our ability to defend the rights of others.

It is for each of us freely to choose whom we shall serve, and find in that obedience our freedom.

Gardening is civil and social, but it wants the vigor and freedom of the forest and the outlaw.

Freedom is that faculty that enlarges the usefulness of all other faculties.

Even ashes are a part of your freedom.

Obedience is the road to freedom, humility the road to pleasure, unity the road to personality.

I guard my treasures: my thoughts, my will, my freedom. And the greatest of these is freedom.

Culture is an indispensable weapon in the freedom struggle.

True salvation is freedom from negativity, and above all from past and future as a psychological need.

How can I set free anyone who doesn't have the guts to stand up alone and declare his own freedom?

In the cage there is food, not much, but there is food-outside are only great stretches of freedom.

A paradox arises: the only way to meaning in freedom is through boundaries. The only way that boundaries make any sense at all is through freedom.

We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear.

Only a virtuous people are capable of freedom.

Death smells like homemade applesauce as it cooks on the stove. It is not the strangling scent of illness. It is not fear. It is freedom.

There is an untroubled harmony in everything, a full consonance in nature; only in our illusory freedom do we feel at variance with it.