“Then I will speak upon the ashes.”

Where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter.

I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.

The Spirit calls me, and I must go.

If women want any rights more than they’s got, why don’t they just take them, and not be talking about it?

I am glad to see that men are getting their rights, but I want women to get theirs, and while the water is stirring, I will step into the pool.

And ar’n’t I a woman?

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

It is the mind that makes the body.

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

Truth is powerful and it prevails.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

Truth burns up error.

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.

Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.

I don’t read such small stuff as letters, I read men and nations. I can see through a millstone, though I can’t see through a spelling-book. What a narrow idea a reading qualification is for a voter!

When I left the house of bondage I left everything behind. I wanted to keep nothing of Egypt on me, and so I went to the Lord and asked him to give me a new name.

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes.

Hidden in the ashes, of a fallen building lays a child’s family photo, with whom he could never unite in life.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

Rising from the ashes on wings of tomorrow. Her strength carries her into the dawn of new beginnings.

Everything I’ve done seems to burn into ashes.

Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.

Stars are phoenixes, rising from their own ashes.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn.