I like a woman with a head on her shoulders. I hate necks.

Liberty is lost unless we despise those things which put the yoke upon our necks.

Who does not move, does not feel his chains.

Wer sich nicht bewegt, der spürt seine Fesseln nicht.

No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.

You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that.

Those who do not move, do not notice their chains

Don't push me
I've got a corner at my back
I've nowhere to go except over you.

Never venture, never win!

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went.
No, why?
You moved.
Just don't move.

No place of grace for those who avoid the face
No time to rejoice for those who walk among noise and deny the voice

If you let your head get too big, it'll break your neck.

I ask no favor for my sex. All I ask of our brethren is that they take their feet off our necks.

Balanced people go nowhere. They stay in one spot.

Her somewhat overly round head was wedged deep within her shoulders on a short body; it sat right upon it, as though there had never been such a thing as a neck, what a superfluous contraption.