Only those who hate the Negro see hatred in the Negro.

The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you, o Liberty, do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you, but win you.

To busy oneself with what is futile when one can do something useful, to attend to what is simple when one has the mettle to attempt what is difficult, is to strip talent of its dignity.

Only those who hate the Negro see hatred in the Negro.

But love, like the sun that it is, sets afire and melts everything. what greed and privilege to build up over whole centuries the indignation of a pious spirit, with its natural following of oppressed souls, will cast down with a single shove.

We light the oven so that everyone may bake bread in it.

Everything that divides men, everything that separates or herds men together in categories, is a sin against humanity.