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

Right is of no sex, Truth is of no color, God is the Father of us all, and we are all Brethren.

Immense wealth, and its lavish expenditure, fill the great house with all that can please the eye, or tempt the taste. Here, appetite, not food, is the great desideratum.

Find out just what any people will quietly submit to and you have the exact measure of the injustice and wrong which will be imposed on them.

We are free to say that in respect to political rights, we hold women to be justly entitled to all we claim for men.

My hopes were never brighter than now.

Education means emancipation. It means light and liberty. It means the uplifting of the soul of man into the glorious light of truth, the light by which men can only be made free.

I do not think much of the good luck theory of self-made men. It is worth but little attention and has no practical value.

You have to take power. No one gives it.

Praying for freedom never did me any good til I started praying with my feet.

A great man, tender of heart, strong of nerve, boundless patience and broadest sympathy, with no motive apart from his country.

Some know the value of education by having it. I knew its value by not having it.

Our destiny is largely in our hands.

People might not get all they work for in this world, but they must certainly work for all they get.

Knowledge makes a man unfit to be a slave.

What to the Slave is the 4th of July.

It’s a poor rule that won’t work both ways.

Patch’s eyes were slate black, darker than a million secrets stacked on top of each other. He dropped his gaze to the ring in his hand, turning it over slowly. “swear you’ll never stop loving me,” i whispered. Ever so slightly, he nodded.

Know that you hold my heart, my hopes, in your hands.

In a life and death struggle, we cannot afford to leave our destinies in the hands of failures.

Children are game for anything. I throw them hard words, and they backhand them over the net. They love words that give them a hard time, provided they are in a context that absorbs their attention.

What are a handful of reasonable men against a crowd with stones in their hands?

When I was 14, I wanted to smoke because my mother smoked like mad. I wanted to smoke to look grown-up. But my mother said: ‘You shouldn’t smoke. Your hands are not that beautiful and that shows when you smoke.

First one, then the other, getting the upper hand, and too seldom fusing till the result has the mellowness of full achievement.

I can definitely hold my hands up and say wrestling wasn’t something that I grew up watching.