Our Destiny Is Largely In Our Hands.

Our Community Belongs To Us And Whether It Is Mean Or Majestic, Whether Arrayed In Glory Or Covered In Shame, We Cannot But Share Its Character And Destiny.

Grandmother Pointed Out My Brother Perry, My Sister Sarah, And My Sister Eliza, Who Stood In The Group. I Had Never Seen My Brother Nor My Sisters Before; And, Though I Had Sometimes Heard Of Them, And Felt A Curious Interest In Them, I Really Did Not Understand What They Were To Me, Or I To Them. We Were Brothers And Sisters, But What Of That? Why Should They Be Attached To Me, Or I To Them? Brothers And Sisters Were By Blood; But Slavery Had Made Us Strangers. I Heard The Words Brother And Sisters, And Knew They Must Mean Something; But Slavery Had Robbed These Terms Of Their True Meaning.

We Succeed, Not Alone By The Laborious Exertions Of Our Faculties, Be They Small Or Great, But By The Regular, Thoughtful And Systematic Exercise Of Them.

...i Recognize The Widest Possible Difference-so Wide, That To Receive The One As Good, Pure, And Holy, Is Of Necessity To Reject The Other As Bad, Corrupt, And Wicked. To Be The Friend Of One, Is Of Necessity To Be The Enemy Of The Other.

Freedom Now Appeared, To Disappear No More Forever... I Saw Nothing Without Seeing It, I Heard Nothing Without Hearing It, And Felt Nothing Without Feeling It. It Looked From Every Star, It Smiled In Every Calm, Breathed In Every Wind, And Moved In Every Storm.