Oh no, honey, I can’t read little things like letters. I read big things like men.

I feel safe even in the midst of my enemies; for the truth is powerful and will prevail.

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman?

It is the mind that makes the body.

Because of them I can now live the dream. I am the seed of the free, and I know it. I intend to bear great fruit.

And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

And ar'n't I a woman?