It is hard for the old slave holding spirit to die. But die it must.
I did not run away, I walked away by daylightโฆ.
It is the mind that makes the body.
And ar'n't I a woman?
Those are the same stars, and that is the same moon, that look down upon your brothers and sisters, and which they see as they look up to them, though they are ever so far away from us, and each other.
I have done a great deal of work, as much as a man, but did not get so much pay. I used to work in the field and bind grain, keeping up with the cradler; but men doing no more, got twice as much pay.... We do as much, we eat as much, we want as much.