To change masters is not to be free.
Man loves liberty, even if he does not know that he loves it. He is driven by it and flees from where it does not exist.
The dagger plunged in the name of freedom is plunged into the breast of freedom.
It is terrible to speak of you, Liberty, for one who lives without you.
The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.
