I had crossed de line of which I had so long been dreaming. I was free; but dere was no one to welcome me to de land of freedom, I was a stranger in a strange land.

I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer.

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.

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.

I never ran my train off the track, and I never lost a passenger.

Lord, I'm going to hold steady on to You and You've got to see me through.