Without A Struggle, There Can Be No

One And God Make A Majority.

In All The Relations Of Life And Death, We Are Met By The Color Line.

Fortune May Crowd A Man's Life With Fortunate Circumstances And Happy Opportunities, But They Will, As We All Know, Avail Him Nothing Unless He Makes A Wise And Vigorous Use Of Them.

I Have Observed This In My Experience Of Slavery, - That Whenever My Condition Was Improved, Instead Of Its Increasing My Contentment, It Only Increased My Desire To Be Free, And Set Me To Thinking Of Plans To Gain My Freedom. I Have Found That, To Make A Contented Slave, It Is Necessary To Make A Thoughtless One. It Is Necessary To Darken His Moral And Mental Vision, And, As Far As Possible, To Annihilate The Power Of Reason. He Must Be Able To Detect No Inconsistencies In Slavery; He Must Be Made To Feel That Slavery Is Right; And He Can Be Brought To That Only When He Ceased To Be A Man.

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.