Free at last, free at last,Thank God Almighty, we're free at last.

At their peak, religion and psychotherapy become one.

As I understand the American Founders, the most brilliant and daring idea they had was that it's possible to create a free society that could stay free forever.

I am free. I am ransomed. I've never felt this way before, like a slave set free who was born a slave and never knew what freedom was like.

Ve?ina ljudi nije dovoljno jaka za pronalaženje slobode u sebi.

But it's well known that repression makes a religion flourish.

For my parents, leaving the close social quarters of Abilene was like getting out of jail. They were not true West Texans; they had not come to love the unending monotony of mesquite barrens or the high, hot blue sky that made sunsets a matter of prayerful thankfulness.

This is not a jungle war, but a struggle for freedom on every front of human activity.

Freedom . . . is not ours by inheritance; it must be fought for and defended constantly by each generation, for it comes only once to a people. Those who have known freedom, and then lost it, have never known it again.

Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free.

And freedom, that sacred cow that was always invoked as an excuse for bad behavior, all manner of atrocity—what was it, even? They told you to love it, in the schools and the songs, but never said what it was. Possibly, to many of them, all it meant was the right to have money. Or get more of it.

God promised to make you free. He never promised to make you independent.