Nations are born in the hearts of poets, they prosper and die in the hands of politicians.

Why hast thou made me born in this country, The inhabitant of which is satisfied with being a slave?

Inductive reason, which alone makes man master of his environment, is an achievement; and when once born it must be reinforced by inhibiting the growth of other modes of knowledge.

We are born to die.

He may not be the one on my hand but, he is the one in my heart

It's not so bad for politicians and Pulitzer Prize poets and certain intellectuals in this country to sign petitions and speak out against the war in Vietnam, but when Cassius Clay did it he paid a heavy price for Freedom of Speech.