«Couldn't never be nothin' but a nig*er, if I was ever so good, » said Topsy. «If I could be skinned, and come white, I'd try then.»

Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!

Treat 'em like dogs, and you'll have dogs' works and dogs' actions. Treat 'em like men, and you'll have men's works.

The longest way must have its close - the gloomiest night will wear on to a morning.

Strange, what brings these past things so vividly back to us, sometimes!

For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.

In the midst of life we are in death, '" said Miss Ophelia.

...the heart has no tears to give, --it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Still waters run deepest, they used to tell me.

Liberty! -- Electric word!

Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.

Rekindle the fire in your spirit.

Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.

When our little bit is combined with His greatness, the team is unbeatable.

There is an end to everything even life.

Having someone this male next to her made her soul feel exhilarated and convey brazenly suggestive, female, liberal ideas to her inner id.

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

People have been marrying and bringing up children for centuries now. Nothing has ever come of it.

The next thing you think, the next action you take, will either create a new possibility for you, or it will repeat the past.

The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

I believe my past is my strength.