I have no protection at home, or resting place abroad. ... I am an outcast from the society of my childhood, and an outlaw in the land of my birth. I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner as all my fathers were.

Instead of the bright, blue sky of America, I am covered with the soft, grey fog of the Emerald Isle. I breathe, and lo! the chattel becomes a man.

A gentleman will not insult me, and no man not a gentleman can insult me.

A man's rights rest in three boxes: the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.

Liberty is meaningless where the right to utter one's thoughts and opinions has ceased to exist. That, of all rights, is the dread of tyrants. It is the right which they first of all strike down.

We are free to say that in respect to political rights, we hold women to be justly entitled to all we claim for men.

What to the Slave is the 4th of July.