“I did not run away, I walked away by daylight….”

If women want any rights more than they’s got, why don’t they just take them, and not be talking about it?

I am glad to see that men are getting their rights, but I want women to get theirs, and while the water is stirring, I will step into the pool.

And ar’n’t I a woman?

Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

It is the mind that makes the body.

Then that little man in black there, he says women can’t have as much rights as men, ’cause Christ wasn’t a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

Truth is powerful and it prevails.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain’t got nothing more to say.

Truth burns up error.

I am not going to die, I’m going home like a shooting star.

Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.

I don’t read such small stuff as letters, I read men and nations. I can see through a millstone, though I can’t see through a spelling-book. What a narrow idea a reading qualification is for a voter!

When I left the house of bondage I left everything behind. I wanted to keep nothing of Egypt on me, and so I went to the Lord and asked him to give me a new name.

You have been having our rights so long, that you think, like a slave-holder, that you own us. I know that it is hard for one who has held the reins for so long to give up; it cuts like a knife. It will feel all the better when it closes up again.

I am for keeping the thing going while things are stirring. Because if we wait till it is still, it will take a great while to get it going again.

Knowing this first, that there shall come in the last days scoffers, walking after their own lusts

For the most important type of love is love for oneself and only you can hear all of your beautiful verses that never got to see the light of the day.

Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.

These days everything has a dark mode. I feel – accepted.

The most important thing about art is to work. Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.

And if today isn’t for us, I’d settle for a someday with you.

Darkness, that here surrounds our purblind understanding, will vanish at the dawning of eternal day.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle the nights i can’t remember the mornings I slept thru all the time spent running from myself.