I could, as a free man, look across the bay toward the Eastern Shore where I was born a slave.

Let us render the tyrant no aid.

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.

Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.

Heaven's blessing must attend all, and freedom must soon be given to the pining millions under a ruthless bondage.

Every one of us should be ashamed to be free while his brother is a slave.

It is the mission of the printer to diffuse light and knowledge by a judicious intermingling of black with white.