The man dies in all who keep silent in the face of tyranny

A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right.

Be silent!" That is the perpetual admonition of Tyranny. Tyranny bellows 'Be silent!' even to the screams of its victims, the pathetic moans and groanings and supplications of its trampled millions.

If none of us is prepared to die for freedom, then all of us will die under tyranny

It is one of the more subtly tragic aspects of his death, a misfortune not only to a fecund mind that needed free utterance, but to a country which is nearly starved for thought, that he should in these last years have been doomed to silence. He who should have spoken for them—and who might still have spoken for them—went down to the grave voiceless.

A talking plenty cannot let dead man hear you.

The man who kills a man kills a man.
The man who kills himself kills all men.
As far as he is concerned, he wipes out the world.

Perish, abhorred, the man who never brings himself to unbolt his heart in frankness to some honored friends!

All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.

All tyranny needs to gain a foothold is for people of good conscience to remain silent.

We are dead men. Dead men should be quiet in their graves, but they never are.

To sin by silence when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

To sin by silence, when they should protest, makes cowards of men.

[A] man who lives alone...one day hears a knock on his door. When he answers, he sees The Tyrant outside, who asks, ‘Will you submit?’ The man says nothing. He steps aside. The Tyrant enters his home. The man serves him for years, until The Tyrant becomes sick from food poisoning and dies. The man wraps the body, takes it outside, returns to his home, closes the door behind him, and firmly answers, 'No.' (Loc. 5874)