A Man Is Worked On By What

Truth Is Proper And Beautiful In All Times And In All Places.

In Regard To The Colored People, There Is Always More That Is Benevolent, I Perceive, Than Just, Manifested Towards Us. What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice.

A Great Man, Tender Of Heart, Strong Of Nerve, Boundless Patience And Broadest Sympathy, With No Motive Apart From His Country.

If We Ever Get Free From All The Oppressions And Wrongs Heaped Upon Us, We Must Pay For Their Removal. We Must Do This By Labor, By Suffering, By Sacrifice, And, If Needs Be, By Our Lives, And The Lives Of Others.

I Have No Protection At Home, Or Resting Place Abroad. ... I Am An Outcast From The Society Of My Childhood, And An Outlaw In The Land Of My Birth. I Am A Stranger With Thee, And A Sojourner As All My Fathers Were.