Like all wage slaves, he had two crosses to bear: the people he worked for and the people he worked with.
Many of us are slaves to our minds. Our own mind is our worst enemy. We try to focus, and our mind wanders off. We try to keep stress at bay, but anxiety keeps us awake at night. We try to be good to the people we love, but then we forget them and put ourselves first. And when we want to change our life, we dive into spiritual practice and expect quick results, only to lose focus after the honeymoon has worn off. We return to our state of bewilderment. We're left feeling helpless and discouraged. It seems we all agree that training the body through exercise, diet, and relaxation is a good idea, but why don't we think about training our minds?
Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, None but ourselves can free our minds.
Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains or slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take but as for me; give me liberty or give me death!
Whenever I hear anyone arguing for slavery, I feel a strong impulse to see it tried on him personally.
I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's.
Marriage, n. The state or condition of a community consisting of a master, a mistress and two slaves, making in all, two.
It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.