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

I freed a thousand slaves I could have freed a thousand more if only they knew they were slaves.

I think there’s many a slaveholder’ll get to Heaven. They don’t know better. They acts up to the light they have.

Pears like my heart go flutter, flutter, and then they may say, ‘Peace, Peace,’ as much as they likes – I know it’s goin’ to be war!

I grew up like a neglected weed – ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

Forever Free: Abraham Lincoln’s Journey to Emancipation.

I was the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.

I prayed to God to make me strong and able to fight, and that’s what I’ve always prayed for ever since.

When I found I had crossed that line, I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything.

The Lord who told me to take care of my people meant me to do it just as long as I live, and so I did what he told me.

Twasn’t me, ’twas 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,’ an’ He always did.

Don’t ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.

Now I’ve been free, I know what a dreadful condition slavery is. I have seen hundreds of escaped slaves, but I never saw one who was willing to go back and be a slave.

Oh, Lord! You’ve been with me in six troubles, don’t desert me in the seventh!

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.

We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.

I had two sisters carried away in a chain-gang – one of them left two children. We were always uneasy.

As an artist I would like to eliminate the symbolic pretty much, for black is interesting not as a color but as a non-color and as the absence of color.

Can you imagine what it would be like to all of a sudden see another color that nobody else sees?

Painting cannot be the only activity of a mature artist.

There is an eighth color that we don’t have the sense apparatus to see or experience.

I am also a painter. I paint the hearts of people with colors of spirituality.

She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee’s knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Beneath the armor of skin/and/bone/and/mind most of our colors are amazingly the same.