He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet though he has never written a line in all his life.
To this wonderful page in our country's history another more glorious still will be added and the slave shall show at last to his free brothers a sharpened sword forged from the links of his fetters.
I offer neither pay nor quarters nor food I offer only hunger thirst...
You too women cast away all the cowards from your embraces they will give...
There is no reason to repeat bad history.
There were various turning points, but the main one at the beginning was...
Look into the heavens and say, “It’s my turn to make history.
