The lies of the empire and the treason of the quislings shall be defeated.

There will be no prison which can hold our movement down.

Governments are supposed to lie to their citizens.

The main difference between a cat and a lie is that a cat only has nine lives.

If anything, I get most upset because I wanna read a good paper first thing in the morning. And if I see a lie about myself flash across the front of the cover, I don’t think much of the rest of the newspaper.

For 18 years I have resisted talking about current events. I am not going to start now.

There’s a victory, and defeat; the first and best of victories, the lowest and worst of defeats which each man gains or sustains at the hands not of another, but of himself.

In war there is no prize for runner-up.

Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure… than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.

Solidarity is an attitude of resistance, I suppose, or it should be.

Resistance to the organized mass can be effected only by the man who is as well organized in his individuality as the mass itself.

The Soviet Union, the socialist camp, the People’s Republic of China, and North Korea helped us resist, with essential supplies and weapons, the implacable blockade of the United States, the most powerful empire ever to exist.

Foreignness is all around. Only in the heart of the heart of the country, namely the heart of the United States, can you avoid such a thing. In the center of an empire, you can think of your experience as universal. Outside the empire or on the fringes of the empire, you cannot.

No one can be happy who has been thrust outside the pale of truth. And there are two ways that one can be removed from this realm: by lying, or by being lied to.

He who fears being conquered is sure of defeat.

We gain the strength of the temptation we resist.

The United States was seriously defeated in Iraq by Iraqi nationalism – mostly by nonviolent resistance. The United States could kill the insurgents, but they couldn’t deal with half a million people demonstrating in the streets.

I do not deny that I planned sabotage. I did not plan it in a spirit of recklessness nor because I have any love of violence. I planned it as a result of a calm and sober assessment of the political situation that had arisen after many years of tyranny, exploitation and oppression of my people by the whites.

The United States never lost a war or won a conference.

I’ve proved to be as difficult to convert as I am to hypnotize.

From behind the Iron Curtain, there are signs that tyranny is in trouble and reminders that its structure is as brittle as its surface is hard.

Death is nothing, but to live defeated and inglorious is to die daily.

Rebellion against tyrants is obedience to God.

Our Revolution emerged where it was least expected by the empire, in a hemisphere where it was used to acting like an all-powerful master.

Empire and liberty.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

I have behind me not only the splendid traditions and the annals of more than a thousand years but the living strength and majesty of the Commonwealth and Empire; of societies old and new; of lands and races different in history and origins but all, by God’s Will, united in spirit and in aim.

The trouble with having an open mind, of course, is that people will insist on coming along and trying to put things in it.

Weight, force and casual impulse, together with resistance, are the four external powers in which all the visible actions of mortals have their being and their end.

As a tactic, violence is absurd. No one can compete with the Government in violence, and the resort to violence, which will surely fail, will simply frighten and alienate some who can be reached, and will further encourage the ideologists and administrators of forceful repression.

I expected to die. At no time before the trial did I expect to escape with my life. Yet being executed in the gas chamber did not necessarily mean defeat. It could be one more step to bring the community to a higher level of consciousness.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

It is Homer who has chiefly taught other poets the art of telling lies skillfully.

Satire lies about literary men while they live and eulogy lies about them when they die.

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.

In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.

Many things shall change in Cuba, but they shall change because of our efforts and despite the United States. Perhaps that empire shall crumble first.

I had a lot of resistance, and not just to fame. I was always conscious of not changing.

Resistance is usually ascribed to bodies at rest, and impulse to those in motion, but motion and rest, as commonly conceived, are only relatively distinguished; nor are those bodies always truly at rest, which commonly are taken to be so.

The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.

I have always considered it as treason against the great republic of human nature, to make any man’s virtues the means of deceiving him.

People need good lies. There are too many bad ones.

I didn’t consider myself a fashion designer at all at the time of punk. I was just using fashion as a way to express my resistance and to be rebellious. I came from the country, and by the time I got to London, I considered myself to be very stupid. It was my ambition to understand the world I live in.

I venture to say no war can be long carried on against the will of the people.

Fear defeats more people than any other one thing in the world.

There is nothing in the world more shameful than establishing one’s self on lies and fables.

There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.

Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war.

If the Great Way perishes there will morality and duty. When cleverness and knowledge arise great lies will flourish. When relatives fall out with one another there will be filial duty and love. When states are in confusion there will be faithful servants.

I think everyone should experience defeat at least once during their career. You learn a lot from it.

Resistance is feasible even for those who are not heroes by nature, and it is an obligation, I believe, for those who fear the consequences and detest the reality of the attempt to impose American hegemony.

I think many people in my community had very different kinds of mothers: they had mothers who acquiesced in the system of male and white-supremacist domination, and my mother never did. She just could not do it. It just wasn’t in her.

If we are to be happy, we must first react against our tendency to follow the line of least resistance, a tendency that causes us either to remain as we are, or to look primarily to activities external to ourselves for what will provide new impetus to our lives.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.

A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.

The walls, the bars, the guns and the guards can never encircle or hold down the idea of the people.

I don’t believe we are supposed to go through life defeated and not having enough money to pay our bills or send our kids to college.

I have sworn upon the altar of God, eternal hostility against every form of tyranny over the mind of man.

I’ve had some dark nights of the soul, of course, but giving in to depression would be a sellout, a defeat.

Once you hear the details of victory, it is hard to distinguish it from a defeat.

Political language… is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.