My Feeling Is That There Is Nothing

There Is No Door At Which The Hand Of Woman Has Knocked For Admission Into A New Field Of Toil But There Have Been Found On The Other Side The Hands Of Strong And Generous Men Eager To Turn It For Her, Almost Before She Knocks.

There Are Only Two Things That Are Absolute Realities, Love And Knowledge, And You Can't Escape Them.

The Brain Works Better If The Hand Works Too.

Slavery May, Perhaps, Be Best Compared To The Infantile Disease Of Measles; A Complaint Which So Commonly Attacks The Young Of Humanity In Their Infancy, And When Gone Through At That Period Leaves Behind It So Few Fatal Marks; But Which When It Normally Attacks The Fully Developed Adult Becomes One Of The Most Virulent And Toxic Of Diseases, Often Permanently Poisoning The Constitution Where It Does Not End In Death.

I Think If I Were Dying And I Heard Of An Act Of Injustice, It Would Start Me Up To A Moment's Life Again.