“Until we are all free, we are none of us free. ”

“Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me: I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”

“The New ColossusNot like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land;Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she with silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

“Berikan kepadaku mereka yang lelah dan papaYang terbelenggu dan mendambakan kebebasanYang terbanting ke pantaimu, berimpitan lemasBeri aku para gelandangan, dan yang terhempasAkan kunyalakan pelitaku di sisi gerbang emas”

“and woman must wait and weep.”

“We're all immortal until we die.”