Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin. Diaries 1918-1932 (№ 320519)

Freedom's just overused word, it was like a huge clamp, in which the same passes and the elephant, the horse, and a donkey: every animal can fit through this collar, and who remains in place. In true freedom the yoke on the neck of every animal and who, by force (...). And this freedom is only another name for love.
No, freedom is not love. Freedom is the path of love or freedom is the light of love on siliceous ways of life.