To Busy Oneself With What Is Futile

Liberty Is The Right Of Every Man To Be Honest, To Think And To Speak Without Hypocrisy.

Poetry Is The Work Of The Bard And Of The People Who Inspire Him.

We Are Free, But Not To Be Evil, Not To Be Indifferent To Human Suffering, Not To Profit From The People, From The Work Created And Sustained Through Their Spirit Of Political Association, While Refusing To Contribute To The Political State That We Profit From.

Perhaps The Enemies Of Liberty Are Such Only Because They Judge It By Its Loud Voice. If They Knew Its Charms, The Dignity That Accompanies It, How Much A Free Man Feels Like A King, The Perpetual Inner Light That Is Produced By Decorous Self-awareness And Realization, Perhaps There Would Be No Greater Friends Of Freedom Than Those Who Are Its Worst Enemies.

It Is Necessary To Make Virtue Fashionable.