“Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the powerful roar of its many waters.”

I want so much to open your eyes, ‘cause I need you to look into mine.

They will see us waving from such great heights—“come down now” they’ll say. But everything looks perfect from far away… “Come down now”—but we’ll stay.