The Spirit calls me, and I must go.

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?

The rich rob the poor and the poor rob one another.

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.

Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.

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

You have been having our rights so long, that you think, like a slave-holder, that you own us. I know that it is hard for one who has held the reins for so long to give up; it cuts like a knife. It will feel all the better when it closes up again.