I am according to my slave's expectations of me: if good, then good, and if bad, then bad.

Desires make slaves out of kings and patience makes kings out of slaves.

Just fear me and love me...and do as I say...and I will be your slave.

He is the slave of the Lord's slaves.

Whether or not they exist we are slaves to our gods.

When the slaves left Africa, they left us this music. They left us blues.

We are the slaves of slaves

I will form good habits and become their slaves.

The poor despise labor when performed by slaves.

I defied the machinery to make me its slave. Its incessant discords could not drown the music of my thoughts if I would let them fly high enough.