What Is Possible For Me Is Possible

I Hear The Mournful Wail Of Millions!

Grandmother Pointed Out My Brother Perry, My Sister Sarah, And My Sister Eliza, Who Stood In The Group. I Had Never Seen My Brother Nor My Sisters Before; And, Though I Had Sometimes Heard Of Them, And Felt A Curious Interest In Them, I Really Did Not Understand What They Were To Me, Or I To Them. We Were Brothers And Sisters, But What Of That? Why Should They Be Attached To Me, Or I To Them? Brothers And Sisters Were By Blood; But Slavery Had Made Us Strangers. I Heard The Words Brother And Sisters, And Knew They Must Mean Something; But Slavery Had Robbed These Terms Of Their True Meaning.

Without Culture There Can Be No Growth; Without Exertion, No Acquisition; Without Friction, No Polish; Without Labor, No Knowledge; Without Action, No Progress; And Without Conflict, No Victory. The Man Who Lies Down A Fool At Night, Hoping That He Will Waken Wise In The Morning, Will Rise Up In The Morning As He Laid Down In The Evening.

I Do Not Think Much Of The Good Luck Theory Of Self-made Men. It Is Worth But Little Attention And Has No Practical Value.

Your National Greatness, Swelling Vanity; Your Denunciation Of Tyrants, Brass-fronted Impudence; Your Shouts Of Liberty And Equality, Hollow Mockery; Your Prayers And Hymns, Your Sermons And Thanksgivings, With All Your Religious Parade And Solemnity, Are, To Him, Mere Bombast, Fraud, Deception, Impiety, And Hypocrisy-a Thin Veil To Cover Up Crimes Which Would Disgrace A Nation Of Savages.