If you hear the dogs, keep going. If you see the torches in the woods, keep going. If there's shouting after you, keep going. Don't ever stop. Keep going. If you want a taste of freedom, keep going.

I grew up like a neglected weed, ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it. Then I was not happy or contented: every time I saw a white man I was afraid of being carried away.

Pears like I prayed all the time, 'bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an' groaned to the Lord.

In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn't reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.

I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.