I know no class of my fellowmen, however just, enlightened, and humane, which can be wisely and safely trusted absolutely with the liberties of any other class.

Right is of no sex, truth is of no color.

What I ask for the Negro is not benevolence, not pity, not sympathy, but simply justice.

Every tone was a testimony against slavery, and a prayer to God for deliverance from chains.

The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound, and seen in every thing.

It's a poor rule that won't work both ways.

No man can put a chain about the ankle of his fellow man without at last finding the other end fastened about his own neck.