I Hear The Mournful Wail Of Millions!

For It Is Not Light That Is Needed, But Fire; It Is Not The Gentle Shower, But Thunder. We Need The Storm, The Whirlwind, And The Earthquake. The Feeling In The Nation Must Be Quickened, The Conscience Of The Nation Must Be Roused, The Propriety Of The Nation Must Be Startled, The Hypocrisy Of The Nation Must Be Exposed: And Its Crimes Against God And Man Must Be Denounced.

The Ballot Is The Only Safety.

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.

We Have To Do With The Past Only As We Can Make It Useful To The Present And The Future.

We Are Free To Say That In Respect To Political Rights, We Hold Women To Be Justly Entitled To All We Claim For Men.