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.
Power concedes nothing without a demand.
Power concedes nothing without a demand.
A little learning, indeed, may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people.
A little learning, indeed, may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people.
Experience proves that those are oftenest abused who can be abused with the greatest impunity. Men are whipped oftenest who read more
Experience proves that those are oftenest abused who can be abused with the greatest impunity. Men are whipped oftenest who are whipped easiest.
