Never wound a snake; kill it.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Slavery is the next thing to hell.
In my dreams and visions, I seemed to see a line, and on the other side of that line were green fields, and lovely flowers, and beautiful white ladies, who stretched out their arms to me over the line, but I couldn’t reach them no-how. I always fell before I got to the line.
I grew up like a neglected weed – ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.
I would have been able to free a thousand more slaves if I could only have convinced them that they were slaves.
I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person. There was such a glory over everything. The sun came up like gold through the trees, and I felt like I was in heaven.
Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.
I looked at my hands to see if I was the same person.
Marcus Garvey had in their times. We just had a more vulnerable enemy.
The Lord who told me to take care of my people meant me to do it just as long as I live, and so I did what he told me.
I am at peace with God and all mankind.
I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.
Every great dream begins with a dreamer.
I never ran my train off the track, and I never lost a passenger.
I started with this idea in my head, “There’s two things I’ve got a right to, death or liberty.”
I link dar’s many a slaveholder’ll git to Heaven. Dey don’t know no better. Dey acts up to de light dey hab.
I was the most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad.
Pears like I prayed all the time, ‘bout my work, everywhere, I prayed an’ groaned to the Lord.
We saw the lightning and that was the guns and then we heard the thunder and that was the big guns; and then we heard the rain falling and that was the blood falling; and when we came to get in the crops, it was dead men that we reaped.