Quotes About Equality

Be kind to everybody. Make art. Fight the power.

for a long time they were the same thing to me, justice and revenge.

Was there not wage slavery? Were there not the chains of financial oppression?

So many times people would come up to him after his lectures and say that they wished there were more like him. What do you mean? he would ask. Immediately they would realize what they had said and drop their heads. As if he didn't encounter people like himself every single day, at every single angle. As if he were the only sort of Palestinian they could stomach.

He was there, he said, to raise just a single hat, but eventually that hat would raise the heavens. He would go forth as a slave no more.

She expected no judgement and wanted no pity.

Mas não é disto que se trata! Não é por vossa causa, povo, que nos, abolimos a pena de morte, mas por nossa causa, deputados, que podemos ser ministros; nós não queremos que a máquina da guilhotina morda as altas classes. Por isso quebramo-la. Tanto melhor se isto serve para toda a gente, mas só em nos pensamos.

Sweden opted for the latter, deciding that the only correct course was to work toward eliminating prostitution and creating a society based on gender equality, a society in which prostitution is seen as incompatible with the dignity and worth of the human being and the equal rights of women and men.

So there's nothing inside of me, as a black man in this country, that will let me wait.

In my next lifetime I wanted to come back as a guy. They seemed to always get the upper hand.

Yet sometimes the world judges females by a different standard and seeks to punish them unjustly.

Women don't vote, so they don't have to pay attention to what we want. If we could vote, though, they'd have to pay attention, and they'd have to pass the laws we want.

From all this we may learn that there are two races of men in this world, but only these two—the "race" of the decent man and the "race" of the indecent man. Both are found everywhere; they penetrate into all groups of society. No group consists entirely of decent or indecent people. In this sense, no group is of "pure race"—and therefore one occasionally found a decent fellow among the camp guards.

I personally think that it is totally unjustified to hold one person responsible for the behavior of another person or a collective of persons.

As for the concept of collective guilt, I personally think that it is totally unjustified to hold one person responsible for the behavior of another person or a collective of persons.

Do I really have to go through this again? The shit has officially hit the fan and we are all Americans. There are no more Democrats and Republicans. No more rednecks and snowflakes. We've got to work together. Us knuckle draggers might be able to kill and gut a deer, but those little nerdy guys might be able to set you up with solar panels or keep you alive if you eat some bad barbecue. United we stand, assholes. Divided we're screwed.

To each man shall his own free actions bring both his suffering and his good fortune. Jupiter is impartially king over all alike. The Fates will find the way.

In fact, for all of us it is this open-hearted affirmation that my life is the same as yours that moves us forward much faster than when we believe that others' lives are orderly and peaceful and only ours is chaotic and full of bumps.

The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.

Anything may happen when womanhood has ceased to be a protected occupation.

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; all this claiming of superiority and imputing of inferiority, belong to the private-school stage of human existence where there are 'sides,' and it is necessary for one side to beat another side, and of the utmost importance to walk up to a platform and receive from the hands of the Headmaster himself a highly ornamental pot.

Women and fiction remain, so far as I am concerned, unsolved problems.

Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics.