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Mood has to be controlled.Otherwise, it's your master.

If my Master is lost, I'll find him. I'll lead him back to himself, because to serve doesn't always mean to follow.

You're giving me fucking consent to stalk you? Oh, slave...

Mary was the darkness to my monster. The blood to my blade.

Have you seena dog lick the hand that thrashed it?!

Get on your knees. I want you to feel me so deep that the belt is of little consequence when it comes to breathing.

Nobody is masterless, even ronin enslaved by his sword.

When African slave Phillis Wheatley wrote poetry, 18 men came to assess whether that was possible.

You do not own me. I do not own you.

Hope is a slighter, tougher thing even than trust, he thought, pacing his room as the soundless, vague lightning flashed overhead. In a good season one trusts life; in a bad season one only hopes, But they are of the same essence: they are the mind's indispensable relationship with other minds, with the world, and with time. Without trust, a man lives, but not a human life; without hope, he dies. When there is no relationship, where hands do not touch, emotion atrophies in void and intelligence goes sterile and obsessed. Between men the only link left is that of owner to slave, or murderer to victim.

Prosperity is always built on slave labor. Ask any Ameri-can't. Or Bulgari-can. Yes, we can, eat from a trash can...

The World's Fair audience tended to think of the machine as unqualifiedly good, strong, stupid and obedient. They thought of it as a giant slave, an untiring steel Negro, controlled by Reason in a world of infinite resources.

I was a slave, but never a fool. This empire is vast beyond imagining and we have killed only a fraction of the force they will bring against us. They will kill us, all of us, for we are slaves and we cannot be allowed even the barest hope of freedom. Without us, they have no empire.

The unspiritual is a slave to sin.

The good man, though a slave, is free; the wicked, though he reigns, is a slave, and not the slave of a single man, but - what is worse - the slave of as many masters as he has vices.

A religious woman is a slave that advocates the slavery.

I have sometimes thought--that under the affectation of independent views you are as enslaved to the social code as any woman I know!

We are masters of our characters and in turn, slaves of their outgrowth.