Without Struggle There Is No Success

Fortune May Crowd A Man's Life With Fortunate Circumstances And Happy Opportunities, But They Will, As We All Know, Avail Him Nothing Unless He Makes A Wise And Vigorous Use Of Them.

These Were Choice Documents To Me... They Gave Tongue To Interesting Thoughts Of My Own Soul, Which Had Frequently Flashed Through My Mind, And Died Away For Want Of Utterance.

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.

I Prefer To Be True To Myself, Even At The Hazard Of Incurring The Ridicule Of Others, Rather Than To Be False, And To Incur My Own Abhorrence.

If The Negro Knows Enough To Pay Taxes To Support The Government, He Knows Enough To Vote; Taxation And Representation Should Go Together. If He Knows Enough To Shoulder A Musket And Fight For The Flag, Fight For The Government, He Knows Enough To Vote.