Every Tone Was A Testimony Against Slavery,

Self-made Men Are The Men Who Owe Little Or Nothing To Birth, Relationship, Friendly Surroundings; To Wealth Inherited Or To Early Approved Means Of Education; Who Are What They Are, Without The Aid Of Any Favoring Conditions By Which Other Men Usually Rise In The World And Achieve Great Results.

It Was A Glorious Resurrection, From The Tomb Of Slavery, To The Heaven Of Slavery. My Long-crushed Spirit Rose, Cowardice Departed, Bold Defiance Took Its Place; And I Now Resolved That, However Long I Might Remain A Slave In Form, The Day Had Passed Forever When I Could Be A Slave In Fact.

The Ballot Is The Only Safety.

Men Of Color, To Arms! The Case Is Before You. This Is Our Golden Opportunity. Let Us Accept It, And Forever Wipe Out The Dark Reproaches Unsparingly Hurled Against Us By Our Enemies. Let Us Win For Ourselves The Gratitude Of Our Country, And The Best Blessings Of Our Posterity Through All Time.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress. Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground. They Want Rain Without Thunder And Lightning. They Want The Ocean Without The Awful Roar Of Its Many Waters. This Struggle May Be A Moral One; Or It May Be A Physical One; Or It May Be Both Moral And Physical; But It Must Be A Struggle.