Peace is liberty in tranquillity.

Peace is liberty in tranquillity.

The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time.

The God who gave us life gave us liberty at the same time.

Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
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Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare,
And shot my being through earth, sea, and air,
Possessing all things with intensest love,
O liberty! my spirit felt thee there.

Liberty, as it is concieved by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or read more

Liberty, as it is concieved by current opinion, has nothing inherent about it; it is a sort of gift or trust bestowed on the individual by the state pending good behaviour.

To brand man with infamy, and let him free, is an absurdity that
peoples our forests with assassins.
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To brand man with infamy, and let him free, is an absurdity that
peoples our forests with assassins.
[Fr., Rendre l'homme infame, et le laisser libre, est une
absurdite qui peuple nos forets d'assassins.]

All men have equal rights to liberty, to their property, and to the protection of the laws

All men have equal rights to liberty, to their property, and to the protection of the laws

I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than those attending too small a degree of read more

I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than those attending too small a degree of it.

Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
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Those who work for plant rights
don't parse parsley
nor bomb poppies
nor purchase antipeople papers.
They plant papayas,
and peppers.
Their pulpit is the popular*
not the papal but poplars.
* not in the sense of ephemeral fame
but what the people want.

When Liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,
To where the Tiber pours his urn,
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When Liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,
To where the Tiber pours his urn,
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock;
Sparks were kindled by the shock--
Again thy fires began to burn.