Quotes About Freedom

Senseless or unnecessary rules should be done away with. As

The right to do something does not mean that doing it is right.

In our time, the triumph of the political dissident has led to an explosion of freedom

How did orders, whether federal, state, or local, meant to protect public health ever come to be seen as a restriction of rights or liberty? It happens when freedom becomes license unbounded by concern for others.

We must be careful not to create our own fetters or our own inflexibility.

You see control can never be a means to any practical end. Control can never be a means to anything but more control like Junk.

There is simply no room left for 'freedom from the tyranny of government' since city dwellers depend on it for food, power, water, transportation, protection, and welfare. Your right to live where you want, with companions of your choosing, under laws to which you agree, died in the eighteenth century with Captain Mission. Only a miracle or a disaster could restore it.

Faced by the actual practice of freedom, the French and American revolutions would be forced to stand by their words.

Make not your thoughts you prisons.

The eagle suffers little birds to sing,And is not careful what they mean thereby.

Some to the common pulpits, and cry out,"Liberty, freedom, and enfranchisement!"

Let us not burden our remembrancesWith a heaviness that's gone.

So every bondman in his own hand bearsThe power to cancel his captivity.

Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and flout 'em;Thought is free.

You pay a great deal too dear for what's given freely.

O! for a falconer's voice,To lure this tassel-gentle back again.

O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle.

Fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

I would have thee gone;And yet no further than a wanton's bird,Who lets it hop a little from her hand,Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,And with a silk thread plucks it back again,So loving-jealous of his liberty.

Now my soul hath elbow-room.

And liberty plucks justice by the nose.

Must I not serve a long apprenticehoodTo foreign passages, and in the end,Having my freedom, boast of nothing elseBut that I was a journeyman to grief?

The end of life cancels all bands.