Yet, Freedom! yet thy banner, torn, but flying, Streams like the thunder-storm against the wind.
When you have robbed a man of everything, he is no longer in your power. He is free again.
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.
Once freedom lights its beacon in a man's heart, the gods are powerless against him.
Freedom suppressed and again regained bites with keener fangs than freedom never endangered.
The liberty of the press is a blessing when we are inclined to write against others, and a calamity when we find ourselves overborne by the multitude of our assailants.
Yea, mine own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, which did eat of my bread, hath lifted up his heel against me.
Look not mournfully into the Past; it comes not back again. Wisely improve the Present; it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy Future without fear and with a manly heart.
I would sum up my fear about the future in one word: boring. And that's my one fear: that everything has happened; nothing exciting or new or interesting is ever going to happen again... the future is just going to be a vast, conforming suburb of the soul.
Everywhere in life, the true question is not what we gain, but what we do.
He who seeks for gain, must be at some expense. [Lat., Necesse est facere sumptum, qui quaerit lucrum.]
Share the advice betwixt you; if both gain all The gift doth stretch itself as 'tis receiv'd, And is enough for both.
An evil gain equals a loss. [Lat., Lucrum malum aequale dispendio.]
From others' slips some profit from one's self to gain. [Lat., Hoc scitum'st periculum ex aliis facere, tibi quid ex usu sit.]
It is always sound business to take any obtainable net gain, at any cost and at any risk to the rest of the community.
Gain cannot be made without some other person's loss.
Sometimes the best gain is to lose.
The true way to gain much, is never to desire to gain too much.
And gain is gain, however small.
No gain is so certain as that which proceeds from the economical use of what you already have.
For everything you have missed you have gained something.
When a true genius appears in this world you may know him by the sign that the dunces are all in confederacy against him.
What shall we then say to these things? If God be for us who can be against us?
I, Phoebus, sang those songs that gained so much renown I, Phoebus, sang them; Homer only wrote them down.