Neither We, Nor Any Other People, Will

...of Whom I Can Say With A Grateful Heart, 'i Was Hungry, And He Gave Me Meat; I Was Thirsty, And He Gave Me Drink; I Was A Stranger, And He Took Me In.'

In A Composite Nation Like Ours, As Before The Law, There Should Be No Rich, No Poor, No High, No Low, No White, No Black, But Common Country, Common Citizenship, Equal Rights And A Common Destiny.

Slaves Sing Most When They Are Most Unhappy. The Songs Of The Slave Represent The Sorrows Of His Heart; And He Is Relieved By Them, Only As An Aching Heart Is Relieved By Its Tears.

This Fourth Of July Is Yours, Not Mine. You May Rejoice, I Must Mourn.

To Make A Contented Slave It Is Necessary To Make A Thoughtless One. It Is Necessary To Darken The Moral And Mental Vision And, As Far As Possible, To Annihilate The Power Of Reason.