And out of that hopeless attempt has come nearly all that we call human history—money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery—the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool.
In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it.
We fight not to enslave, but to set a country free, and to make room upon the earth for honest men to live in.
All national institutions of churches, whether Jewish, Christian, or Turkish, appear to me no other than human inventions, set up to terrify and enslave mankind, and monopolize power and profit.
There is no slavery but ignorance.
Purpose is but the slave to memory, of violent birth, but poor validity.
It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation. Yes we can. It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail towards freedom through the darkest of nights. Yes we can. It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness. Yes we can.
If all men are born free, how is it that all women are born slaves?
As I would not be a slave, so I would not be a master. This expresses my idea of democracy.