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.

The more I read, the more I was led to abhor and detest my enslavers.

Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever... I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm.

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

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

It is easier to build strong children than to repair broken men.

Once you learn to read, you will be forever free.