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The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is read more
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is it's natural manure.
I believe in only one thing: liberty; but I do not believe in liberty enough to want to force it read more
I believe in only one thing: liberty; but I do not believe in liberty enough to want to force it upon anyone.
But what is liberty without wisdom, and without virtue? It is
the greatest of all possible evils; for it read more
But what is liberty without wisdom, and without virtue? It is
the greatest of all possible evils; for it is folly, vice, and
madness, without tuition or restraint.
It is a fair summary of history to say that the safeguards of liberty have frequently been forged in cases read more
It is a fair summary of history to say that the safeguards of liberty have frequently been forged in cases involving not very nice people.
Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.
Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it.
In every country and every age, the priest had been hostile to Liberty.
In every country and every age, the priest had been hostile to Liberty.
Liberty is the only thing you cannot have unless you are willing to give it to others.
Liberty is the only thing you cannot have unless you are willing to give it to others.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Give me the liberty to know, to utter, and to argue freely according to conscience, above all liberties.
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is read more
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art,
For there thy habitation is the heart--
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd--
To fetters and damp vault's dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom.
- Lord Byron (George Gordon Noel Byron),