How dare you show your back to me! Slave, you will remove your helmet and tell me your name.
To be one’s own master is to be the slave of self.
This is slavery, not to speak one’s thought.
The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
This is the artist, then, life’s hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty’s miser, glory’s slave.
No one is truly free, they are a slave to wealth, fortune, the law, or other people restraining them from acting according to their will.
Lincoln emancipated nobody. The man freed not a single slave.
It is the nature of the wise to resist pleasures, but the foolish to be a slave to them.
A creditor is worse than a slave-owner; for the master owns only your person, but a creditor owns your dignity, and can command it.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
A slave has but one master; an ambitious man has as many masters as there are people who may be useful in bettering his position.
Americans are so enamored of equality, they would rather be equal in slavery than unequal in freedom.
Alexis de Tocqueville
America: Where a man can say what he thinks, if he isn’t afraid of his wife, his boss, his customer, his neighbors, or the government.
Here we write well when we expose frauds and hypocrites. We are great at counting warts and blemishes and weighting feet of clay. In expressing love, we belong among the underdeveloped countries.
Saul Bellow, about America
America is a country that doesn’t know where it is going but is determined to set a speed record getting there.
Laurence J. Peter
Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America – that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.
No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.
Americans like fat books and thin women.
We need a type of patriotism that recognizes the virtues of those who are opposed to us. We must get away from the idea that America is to be the leader of the world in everything. She can lead in some things. The old “manifest destiny” idea ought to be modified so that each nation has the manifest destiny to do the best it can – and that without cant, without the assumption of self-righteousness and with a desire to learn to the uttermost from other nations.
Francis John McConnell
America… just a nation of two hundred million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns and no qualms about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
Hunter S. Thompson
I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.
I wanted to be a forest ranger or a coal man. At a very early age, I knew I didn’t want to do what my dad did, which was work in an office.
I wanted to take up music, so my father bought me a blunt instrument. He told me to knock myself out.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father’s lifestyle.
I was raised by free-spirited people, though my father gave me a very strong work ethic.
I wasn’t anything special as a father. But I loved them and they knew it.
Sammy Davis, Jr.
I would never have done what I’d done if I’d considered my father as somebody I wanted to please.
I would want my legacy to be that I was a great son, father and friend.
I’m a father; that’s what matters most. Nothing matters more.
I’m a father. It isn’t just my life any more. I don’t want my kid finding bottles in the house or seeing his father completely smashed.
Billie Joe Armstrong
The Matrix is everywhere. It is all around us. Even now, in this very room. You can see it when you look out your window or when you turn on your television. You can feel it when you go to work…when you go to church…when you pay your taxes. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth. That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else you were born into bondage. Born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind.
I’m not a slave to fashion; I’m into exercising my individuality.
That you are a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into bondage, born into a prison that you cannot smell or taste or touch. A prison for your mind. Unfortunately, no one can be told what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself.
This is your last chance. After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe.
You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
Remember, all I’m offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage! What makes the sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage! What makes the dawn come up like thunder? Courage! What makes the Hottentot so hot? What puts the “ape” in apricot? What have they got that I ain’t got?