Soul, What Have I To Do With

There Is No Door At Which The Hand Of Woman Has Knocked For Admission Into A New Field Of Toil But There Have Been Found On The Other Side The Hands Of Strong And Generous Men Eager To Turn It For Her, Almost Before She Knocks.

We Were Equals Once When We Lay New-born Babes On Our Nurse's Knees. We Will Be Equal Again When They Tie Up Our Jaws For The Last Sleep.

Slavery May, Perhaps, Be Best Compared To The Infantile Disease Of Measles; A Complaint Which So Commonly Attacks The Young Of Humanity In Their Infancy, And When Gone Through At That Period Leaves Behind It So Few Fatal Marks; But Which When It Normally Attacks The Fully Developed Adult Becomes One Of The Most Virulent And Toxic Of Diseases, Often Permanently Poisoning The Constitution Where It Does Not End In Death.

It Is Finer To Bring One Noble Human Being Into The World And Rear It Well... Than To Kill Ten Thousand.

There's Something Beautiful About Finding One's Innermost Thoughts In Another.