I am glad to see that men are getting their rights, but I want women to get theirs, and while the water is stirring, I will step into the pool.

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

I am for keeping the thing going while things are stirring. Because if we wait till it is still, it will take a great while to get it going again.

I don't read such small stuff as letters, I read men and nations. I can see through a millstone, though I can't see through a spelling-book. What a narrow idea a reading qualification is for a voter!

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

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

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?