Civil limitation daunts His utterance never; the nymphs blush, not he.

Darker grows the valley, more and more forgetting: So were it with me if forgetting could be willed. Tell the grassy hollow that holds the bubbling well-spring…

With patient inattention hear him prate.

She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!

The struggle is always between the individual and his sacred right to express himself and the power structure that seeks conformity, suppression, and obedience.

It is our attitude toward free thought and free expression that will determine our fate. There must be no limit on the range of temperate discussion, no limits…

I do not believe that the tendency is to make men and women brave and glorious when you tell them that there are certain ideas upon certain subjects that they …