I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

Where are you going to find serenity and independence — in something free, or something enslaved?

Augustine says that you don't understand a nation by the throw weight of its military or the strength of its research universities or the size of its population, but by looking at what it loves in common. To assess a nation, you look at the health and strength of its ideals. And there's no question that the common love in America is freedom.

Protestantism became identified with the republican presumption in liberty as an end in itself. This presumption was then reinforced by an unassailable belief in the common sense of the individual.

We all know the part of us that needs to be harnessed. It takes someone else to know the part of us that needs to be set free.

Oh, as Dean says, nobody is free - never, except just for a few brief moments now and then, when the flash comes, or when as on my haystack night, the soul slips over into eternity for a little space. All the rest of our years we are slaves to something - traditions - conventions - ambitions - relations.

Ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free." The most terrible and tremendous saying in the world, Jane… because we are all afraid of truth and afraid of freedom… that's why we murdered Jesus.

Sunbursts and marble halls may be all very well but there is more 'scope for the imagination without them. - Anne Shirley

Burada hayal kurabileceÄŸim daha geniÅŸ bir alan var.

The desire of life and health is implanted in man's nature;- the love of liberty and enlargement is a sister-passion to it

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.

Freedom, the first-born of science.