They Who Study Mankind With A Whip

What I Ask For The Negro Is Not Benevolence, Not Pity, Not Sympathy, But Simply Justice. ... All I Ask Is, Give Him A Chance To Stand On His Own Legs! Let Him Alone! ... Your Interference Is Doing Him Positive Injury.

The Man Who Is Right Is A Majority. He Who Has God And Conscience On His Side, Has A Majority Against The Universe.

I Know Of No Rights Of Race Superior To The Rights Of Humanity...

[...] Endless Action And Reaction. Those Beautifully Rounded Pebbles Which You Gather On The Sand And Which You Hold In Your Hand And Marvel At Their Exceeding Smoothness, Were Chiseled Into Their Varies And Graceful Forms By The Ceaseless Action Of Countless Waves. Nature Is Herself A Great Worker And Never Tolerates, Without Certain Rebuke, Any Contradiction To Her Wise Example. Inaction Is Followed By Stagnation. Stagnation Is Followed By Pestilence And Pestilence Is Followed By Death.

I Have No Protection At Home, Or Resting Place Abroad. ... I Am An Outcast From The Society Of My Childhood, And An Outlaw In The Land Of My Birth. I Am A Stranger With Thee, And A Sojourner As All My Fathers Were.