Knowledge Makes A Man Unfit To Be

It Was A Glorious Resurrection, From The Tomb Of Slavery, To The Heaven Of Slavery. My Long-crushed Spirit Rose, Cowardice Departed, Bold Defiance Took Its Place; And I Now Resolved That, However Long I Might Remain A Slave In Form, The Day Had Passed Forever When I Could Be A Slave In Fact.

What Is Possible For Me Is Possible For You.

Oppression Makes A Wise Man Mad.

Though Conscious Of The Difficulty Of Learning Without A Teacher, I Set Out With High Hope, And A Fixed Purpose, At Whatever Cost Of Trouble, To Learn How To Read.

Where Justice Is Denied, Where Poverty Is Enforced, Where Ignorance Prevails, And Where Any One Class Is Made To Feel That Society Is An Organized Conspiracy To Oppress, Rob And Degrade Them, Neither Persons Nor Property Will Be Safe.