“I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.”

Farewell, ole Maser, don’t think hard of me, I’m going on to Canada, where all the slaves are free.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer.

It wasn’t me, it was the Lord! I always told Him, ‘I trust to you. I don’t know where to go or what to do, but I expect You to lead me,’ and He always did.

I can’t die but once.

I said to the Lord, I’m going to hold steady on to you, and I know you will see me through.

I think slavery is the next thing to hell. If a person would send another into bondage, he would, it appears to me, be bad enough to send him into hell if he could.

The good Lord has come down to deliver my people, and I must go and help him.

God’s time is always near. He gave me my strength and he set the North Star in the heavens; He meant I should be free.

I am at peace with God and all mankind.

Marcus Garvey had in their times. We just had a more vulnerable enemy.

Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.

I have heard their groans and sighs, and seen their tears, and I would give every drop of blood in my veins to free them.

I had reasoned this out in my mind; there was on of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other; for no man should take me alive.

I had crossed the line. I was free; but, there was no one there to welcome me to the land of freedom. I was a stranger in a strange land.

I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person.

Most of those coming from the mainland are very destitute, almost naked.

Everybody you fight is not your enemy and everybody who helps you is not your friend.

I fight for perfection.

It’s not so much about conquering Madison Square Garden or Vegas. The opponents who I fight will take me all around different venues and arenas. I need to conquer opponents.

Boxing’s in my genes. I come from a fighting background. My dad and both my uncles were good boxers. I’m blessed with the art of war.

Fighters find it hard to give up doing what they do best – fighting for a living.

Those who are quiet will always cause riots.

My mother taught me that when you stand in the truth and someone tells a lie about you, don’t fight it.

You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it.