I Hear The Mournful Wail

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.

Civil War Was Not A Mere Strife For Territory And Dominion, But A Contest Of Civilization Against Barbarism.

You Have To Take Power. No One Gives It.

In A Composite Nation Like Ours, Made Up Of Almost Every Variety Of The Human Family, There Should Be, As Before The Law, No Rich, No Poor, No High, No Low, No Black, No White, But One Country, One Citizenship Equal Rights And A Common Destiny For All. A Government That Cannot Or Does Not Protect The Humblest Citizen In His Right To Life, Liberty And The Pursuit Of Happiness, Should Be Reformed Or Overthrown, Without Delay.

If There Is No Struggle, There Is No Progress. Those Who Profess To Favor Freedom, And Yet Depreciate Agitation, Are Men Who Want Crops Without Plowing Up The Ground. They Want Rain Without Thunder And Lightning. They Want The Ocean Without The Awful Roar Of Its Many Waters. This Struggle May Be A Moral One; Or It May Be A Physical One; Or It May Be Both Moral And Physical; But It Must Be A Struggle.