Freedom and Justice are twin sisters.
Fashion is an imposition, a reign on freedom.
Conformity is the jailer of freedom and the enemy of growth.
There's a creative freedom to comics, and a fulfillment I get out of panel layouts and storytelling that is hard for me to get anywhere else.
The audience wants control. They want freedom.
I thrive on structure. I find my freedom in structure.
Human beings have an instinct for freedom.
The freedom to be an individual is the essence of America.
Freedom is never given; it is won.
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
America, to me, is freedom.
Forgiveness is the key to action and freedom.
Everywhere that freedom stirs, let tyrants fear.
Freedom is the breath of the soul
Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath...
It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.
Thankfully, the farmers understand my request that the children not be allowed to peer through the windows at me. It would be alarming for them to see me with their dolls, to see me using the knife on their faces. There are some things children never...
I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.
Family quarrels have a total bitterness unmatched by others. Yet it sometimes happens that they also have a kind of tang, a pleasantness beneath the unpleasantness, based on the tacit understanding that this is not for keeps; that any limb you climb ...
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage trees, And fill all fruit with rip...
Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!" — but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast.
