They may fight with us, but they don't fight for us.

I like talking about people who don't have any power and it seems like some of the least powerful people in the United States are the migrant workers who come and do our work and don't have any rights as a result. And yet we still invite them to come here, and at the same time ask them to leave.

We live in a society of victimization, where people are much more comfortable being victimized than actually standing up for themselves.

Everyone sees what you seem to be, few know what you really are; and those few do not dare take a stand against the general opinion.

That’s where we are now. We don’t have a voice or a choice anymore, because we’re not being represented.

as a society we are trained to not question the status quo.

Governments don't want a population capable of critical thinking, they want obedient workers, people just smart enough to run the machines and just dumb enough to passively accept their situation.

No one has power over our principles, and what other people do control we don’t care about.

I didn't fight to get women out from behind vacuum cleaners to get them onto the board of Hoover.

CALVIN:
As usual goodness hardly puts up a fight.

Take care, don't fight, and remember, if you do not choose to lead, you will forever be led by others. Find what scares you and do it. And you can make a difference, if you choose to do so.

Si nous résistons à nos passions, c'est plus par leur faiblesse que par notre force.

We are accustomed to think of ourselves as an emancipated people; we say that we are democratic, liberty-loving, free of prejudices and hatred. This is the melting-pot, the seat of a great human experiment. Beautiful words, full of noble, idealistic sentiment. Actually we are a vulgar, pushing mob whose passions are easily mobilized by demagogues, newspaper men, religious quacks, agitators and such like. To call this a society of free peoples is blasphemous. What have we to offer the world beside the superabundant loot which we recklessly plunder from the earth under the maniacal delusion that this insane activity represents progress and enlightenment? The land of opportunity has become the land of senseless sweat and struggle. The goal of all our striving has long been forgotten. We no longer wish to succor the oppressed and homeless; there is no room in this great, empty land for those who, like our forefathers before us, now seek a place of refuge. Millions of men and women are, or were until very recently, on relief, condemned like guinea pigs to a life of forced idleness. The world meanwhile looks to us with a desperation such as it has never known before. Where is the democratic spirit? Where are the leaders?

To yield to Resistance deforms our spirit. It stunts us and makes us less than we are and were born to be.