“Forever Free: Abraham Lincoln’s Journey to Emancipation.”

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.

I started with this idea in my head, “There’s two things I’ve got a right to, death or liberty.

I started with this idea in my head, “There’s two things I’ve got a right to, death or liberty.

Slavery is the next thing to hell.

I knew of a man who was sent to the State Prison for twenty-five years. All these years he was always thinking of his home, and counting by years, months, and days, the time till he should be free, and see his family and friends once more.

I never ran my train off the track, and I never lost a passenger.

Read my letter to the old folks, and give my love to them, and tell my brothers to be always watching unto prayer, and when the good old ship of Zion comes along, to be ready to step aboard.

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.

Begin doing what you want to do now. We are not living in eternity. We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake.

Hold my hand. I promise never to let go of yours.

Eternal life is given to those who live in the present.

It’s not the pain that bothers. But the fear of being in the same pain forever.

Since you are gone, I collect the stars each night building my own night sky, so I have something to hold onto forever.

How will we know its forever? We will spend our days together laughing, and never check the time.