One And God Make A Majority.

You Have Seen How A Man Was Made A Slave; You Shall See How A Slave Was Made A Man.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress....this Struggle May Be A Moral One; Or It May Be A Physical One; Or It May Be Both Moral And Physical; But It Must Be A Struggle. Power Concedes Nothing Without A Demand. It Never Did And It Never Will.

I Was Broken In Body, Soul, And Spirit. My Natural Elasticity Was Crushed, My Intellect Languished, The Disposition To Read Departed, The Cheerful Spark That Lingered About My Eye Died; The Dark Night Of Slavery Closed In Upon Me; And Behold A Man Transformed Into A Brute!

I Will Unite With Anyone To Do Good, But With No One To Do Harm.

From My Earliest Recollection, I Date The Entertainment Of A Deep Conviction That Slavery Would Not Always Be Able To Hold Me Within Its Foul Embrace; And In The Darkest Hours Of My Career In Slavery, This Living Word Of Faith And Spirit Of Hope Departed Not From Me, But Remained Like Ministering Angels To Cheer Me Through The Gloom. This Good Spirit Was From God, And To Him I Offer Thanksgiving And Praise.