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

If women want any rights more than they's got, why don't they just take them, and not be talking about it?

Then I will speak upon the ashes.

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

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.

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.

If my cup won't hold but a pint and yourn holds a quart, wouldn't ye be mean not to let me have my little half-measure full?