All the greatest things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom; justice; honour; duty; mercy; hope.

Our supreme duty is to advance toward freedom - physical, mental, and spiritual - and help others to do so.

Nothing has been purchased more dearly than the little bit of reason and sense of freedom which now constitutes our pride.

These four, however, seek the freedom of their will at the very point where they are most securely chained. It is as if the silkworm sought freedom of will in spinning. What is the reason?

In my opinion, Henrik Ibsen has become very German. With all his robust idealism and "Will to Truth," he never dared to ring himself free from moral-illusionism which says "freedom," and will not admit, even to itself, what freedom is: the second stage in the metamorphosis of the "Will to Power" in him who lacks it.

Freedom is the will to be responsible for ourselves. It is to preserve the distance which separates us from other men. To grow more indifferent to hardship, to severity, to privation, and even to life itself.