The Silver Trump Of Freedom Roused In

I Was Broken In Body, Soul, And Spirit. My Natural Elasticity Was Crushed, My Intellect Languished, The Disposition To Read Departed, The Cheerful Spark That Lingered About My Eye Died; The Dark Night Of Slavery Closed In Upon Me; And Behold A Man Transformed Into A Brute!

Men And Women, Old And Young, Married And Single, Were Ranked With Horses, Sheep, And Swine

The Thought Of Only Being A Creature Of The Present And The Past Was Troubling. I Longed For A Future Too, With Hope In It. The Desire To Be Free, Awakened My Determination To Act, To Think, And To Speak.

The Opposite Of Compromise Is Character.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress.