Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
It is a natural impossibility for any man to make a binding contract, by which he shall surrender to others a single one of what are commonly called his ‘natural, inherent, inalienable rights.’
I do, indeed, close my door at times and surrender myself to a book, but only because I can open the door again and see a human face looking at me.
Love is an attempt at penetrating another being, but it can only succeed if the surrender is mutual.
A government that can at pleasure accuse, shoot, and hang men, as traitors, for the one general offence of refusing to surrender themselves and their property unreservedly to its arbitrary will, can practice any and all special and particular oppressions it pleases.
Justice that love gives is a surrender, justice that law gives is a punishment.
All compromise is based on give and take, but there can be no give and take on fundamentals. Any compromise on mere fundamentals is a surrender. For it is all give and no take.
The idea that you surrender your identity when you relinquish national powers is unhelpful. No, indeed, precisely the opposite is the case: if done in an intelligent way, you attain the sovereignty to better solve national problems in cooperation with others.
Man is not logical and his intellectual history is a record of mental reserves and compromises. He hangs on to what he can in his old beliefs even when he is compelled to surrender their logical basis.
The greatness of a man’s power is the measure of his surrender.