Let Us Render The Tyrant No Aid.

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.

Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground.

Experience Proves That Those Are Oftenest Abused Who Can Be Abused With The Greatest Impunity. Men Are Whipped Oftenest Who Are Whipped Easiest.

These Dear Souls Came Not To Sabbath School Because It Was Popular To Do So, Nor Did I Teach Them Because It Was Reputable To Be Thus Engaged. Every Moment They Spent In That School, They Were Liable To Be Taken Up, And Given Thirty-nine Lashes. They Came Because They Wished To Learn. Their Minds Had Been Starved By Their Cruel Masters. They Had Been Shut Up In Mental Darkness. I Taught Them, Because It Was The Delight Of My Soul To Be Doing Something That Looked Like The Bettering The Condition Of My Race

What Is Possible For Me Is Possible For You.