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Percy Bysshe Shelley

"All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil."

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Akiroq Brost

"I'd seen entire constellations of possibility I'd never previously been aware of, so blinded had I been by the bright, glaring stars of expectation. Freedom, I was beginning to think, had less to do with where you were, and was more about who you were trying to be."

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"To take control of your life ... just let go!"

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"To compel a man to furnish funds for the propagation of ideas he disbelieves and abhors is sinful and tyrannical."

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"Don't interfere with anything in the Constitution. That must be maintained, for it is the only safeguard of our liberties."

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"If one has never known freedom, it is easy to be blind to the gridirons composing one's cell."

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"The names of Dingane and Bambata, Hintsa and Makana, Squngthi and Dalasile, Moshoeshoe and Sekhukhuni, were praised as the glory of the entire African nation. I hoped then that life might offer me the opportunity to serve my people and make my own humble contribution to their freedom struggle."

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Akiroq Brost

"Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed."

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"I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way."

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"To assert in any case that a man must be absolutely cut off from society because he is absolutely evil amounts to saying that society is absolutely good, and no-one in his right mind will believe this today."

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"The most important condition for progress is freedom of the mind."

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"All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth."
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"Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it."
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"We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep.We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day.We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,The path of its departure still is free.Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;Nought may endure but Mutability!"
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"In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred; it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect."
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"I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity."
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"Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the highest good. Our sympathy in tragic fiction depends on this principle; tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain. This is the source also of the melancholy which is inseparable from the sweetest melody. The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself."
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"And in a mad tranceStrike with our spirit's knifeInvulnerable nothingsWe decayLike corpses in a charnelFear & GriefConvulse is & consume usDay by dayAnd cold hopes swarmLike worms withinOur living clay."
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
"I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its cradle, and the past / Out of its grave, and make the present last / In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die, / Folded within their own eternity."
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"Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon."
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"How many a rustic Milton has passed by Stifling the speechless longings of his heart In unremitting drudgery and care! How many a vulgar Cato has compelled His energies no longer tameless then To mould a pin or fabricate a nail!"
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