“Slaves sing most when they are most unhappy. The songs of the slave represent the sorrows of his heart; and he is relieved by them, only as an aching heart is relieved by its tears.”

One and God make a majority.

The ballot is the only safety.

A slave is someone who sits down, and waits for someone to free them.

The struggle may be a moral one, or it may be a physical one, or it may be both. But it must be a struggle.

I will give Mr. Freeland the credit of being the best master I ever had, till I became my own master.

A man, at times, gets something for nothing, but it will, in his hands, amount to nothing.

I know of no rights of race superior to the rights of humanity.

The man who is right is a majority. He who has God and conscience on his side, has a majority against the universe.

No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.

If there is no struggle, there is no progress.

Liberty for all; chains for none.

Without a struggle, there can be no progress.

I didn’t know I was a slave until I found out I couldn’t do the things I wanted.

I prefer to be true to myself, even at the hazard of incurring the ridicule of others, rather than to be false, and to incur my own abhorrence.

Be not discouraged. There is a future for you. The resistance encountered now predicates hope.

The District of Columbia is the one spot where there is no government for the people, of the people and by the people.

Her heart was a gentle stroke of a paintbrush.

My strength is as the strength of ten, because my heart is pure.

Prayer is climbing up into the heart of God.

On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their heart’s desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron.

With love, there are so many layers to it that you can write all day about it. It’s not just heartbreak or falling in love; there’s so many different ways to look at it.

Hold a heart in love and watch the spell of pain be broken.

Your heart breaks making space for the light. See those tiny cracks, I’m going to embrace you here, hold you tight and never let go.

Everything I know of love is told in the bruises we left on each other.