Our Destiny Is Largely In Our Hands.

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.

He Who Would Be Free Must Strike The First Blow.

The Law On The Side Of Freedom Is Of Great Advantage Only When There Is Power To Make That Law Respected.

Let Us Render The Tyrant No Aid; Let Us Not Hold The Light By Which He Can Trace The Footprints Of Our Flying Brother.

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.