Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.

What we give to the poor, we lend to the Lord.

I am above eighty years old ... I suppose I am about the only colored woman that goes about to speak for the rights of the colored women. I want to keep the thing stirring, now that the ice is cracked.

Life is a hard battle anyway. If we laugh and sing a little as we fight the good fight of freedom, it makes it all go easier. I will not allow my life's light to be determined by the darkness around me.

It is hard for the old slave holding spirit to die. But die it must.

The Spirit calls me, and I must go.

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.