A Great Man, Tender Of Heart, Strong

...i Recognize The Widest Possible Difference-so Wide, That To Receive The One As Good, Pure, And Holy, Is Of Necessity To Reject The Other As Bad, Corrupt, And Wicked. To Be The Friend Of One, Is Of Necessity To Be The Enemy Of The Other.

I Escaped From Slavery And Became A Leading Abolitionist And Speaker.

Grandmother Pointed Out My Brother Perry, My Sister Sarah, And My Sister Eliza, Who Stood In The Group. I Had Never Seen My Brother Nor My Sisters Before; And, Though I Had Sometimes Heard Of Them, And Felt A Curious Interest In Them, I Really Did Not Understand What They Were To Me, Or I To Them. We Were Brothers And Sisters, But What Of That? Why Should They Be Attached To Me, Or I To Them? Brothers And Sisters Were By Blood; But Slavery Had Made Us Strangers. I Heard The Words Brother And Sisters, And Knew They Must Mean Something; But Slavery Had Robbed These Terms Of Their True Meaning.

Mr. Lincoln Was Not Only A Great President, But A Great Man - Too Great To Be Small In Anything. In His Company I Was Never In Any Way Reminded Of My Humble Origin, Or Of My Unpopular Color.

No, I Make No Pretension To Patriotism. So Long As My Voice Can Be Heard On This Or The Other Side Of The Atlantic, I Will Hold Up America To The Lightning Scorn Of Moral Indignation. In Doing This, I Shall Feel Myself Discharging The Duty Of A True Patriot; For He Is A Lover Of His Country Who Rebukes And Does Not Excuse Its Sins.