Maxioms by Frederick Douglass
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more
In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Without a struggle, there can be no progress.
Without a struggle, there can be no progress.
Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want rain without thunder and lightning. They read more
Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the roar of its many waters.
A gentleman will not insult me, and no man not a gentleman can insult me.
A gentleman will not insult me, and no man not a gentleman can insult me.
