A Slave Is Someone Who Sits Down,

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.

If I Have Advocated The Cause Of The Negro, It Is Not Because I Am A Negro, But Because I Am A Man.

Beat And Cuff Your Slave, Keep Him Hungry And Spiritless, And He Will Follow The Chain Of His Master Like A Dog. Feed And Clothe Him Well, Work Him Moderately, Surround Him With Physical Comfort And Dreams Of Freedom Intrude.

Without Struggle There Is No Success

To Drag A Man In Fetters Into The Grand Illuminated Temple Of Liberty, And Call Upon Him To Join You In Joyous Anthems, Were Inhuman Mockery And Sacrilegious Irony.