A Man Is Worked On By What

From My Earliest Recollection, I Date The Entertainment Of A Deep Conviction That Slavery Would Not Always Be Able To Hold Me Within Its Foul Embrace; And In The Darkest Hours Of My Career In Slavery, This Living Word Of Faith And Spirit Of Hope Departed Not From Me, But Remained Like Ministering Angels To Cheer Me Through The Gloom. This Good Spirit Was From God, And To Him I Offer Thanksgiving And Praise.

No Man Can Put A Chain About The Ankle Of His Fellow Man Without At Last Finding The Other End Fastened About His Own Neck.

One And God Make A Majority.

A Man Without Force, Is Without The Essential Dignity Of Humanity. Human Nature Is So Constituted, That It Cannot Honor A Helpless Man, Although It Can Pity Him.

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