A Man Is Worked On By What

The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In My Soul Eternal Wakefulness.

What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice.

Fortune May Crowd A Man's Life With Fortunate Circumstances And Happy Opportunities, But They Will, As We All Know, Avail Him Nothing Unless He Makes A Wise And Vigorous Use Of Them.

Knowledge Unfits A Child To Be A Slave.

From The First I Saw No Chance Of Bettering The Condition Of The Freedman Until He Should Cease To Be Merely A Freedman And Should Become A Citizen.