Fortune.—­It is a madness to make fortune the mistress of events, because in herself she is nothing, but is ruled by prudence.—­Dryden.

The prudent man really frames his own fortunes for himself.—­Plautus.

Let fortune do her worst, whatever she makes us lose, so long as she never makes us lose our honesty and our independence.—­Pope.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.—­Shakespeare.

Every man is the architect of his own fortune.—­Sallust.

The bad fortune of the good turns their faces up to heaven; and the good fortune of the bad bows their heads down to the earth.—­Saadi.

Fortune favors the bold.—­Cicero.

The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.—­Moliere.

Freedom.—­I would rather be a freeman among slaves than a slave among freemen.—­Swift.

There are two freedoms,—­the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where a man is free to do what he ought.—­Charles Kingsley.

The cause of freedom is the cause of God.—­Bowles.

Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty. 
—­Richard Lovelace.

And ne’er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls its waves. 
—­Robert Treat Paine.

Many politicians are in the habit of laying it down as a self-evident proposition, that no people ought to be free till they are fit to use their freedom.  The maxim is worthy of the fool in the old story, who resolved not to go into the water till he had learned to swim.—­Macaulay.

To have freedom is only to have that which is absolutely necessary to enable us to be what we ought to be, and to possess what we ought to possess.—­RAHEL.

When Freedom from her mountain height
Unfurled her standard to the air,
She tore the azure robe of night,
And set the stars of glory there. 
She mingled with its gorgeous dyes
The milky baldric of the skies,
And striped its pure, celestial white
With streakings of the morning light. 
—­Joseph Rodman Drake.

Freedom is not caprice but room to enlarge.—­C.A.  Bartol.

Blandishments will not fascinate us, nor will threats of a “halter” intimidate.  For, under God, we are determined that, wheresoever, whensoever, or howsoever we shall be called to make our exit, we will die freemen.—­Josiah Quincy.