Every limit presupposes something beyond it.

I have no sounds that could serve to soothe me, no violoncello like him, no lament that anyone would recognize as a lament because it sounds subdued, in an inexpressibly tender language. I have only these lines on the yellowish paper and words that are never new, for they keep saying the same thing through an entire life.

Religion seems to have always offered us that false duality,” she said, setting her cup of tea on a flat stone. “The silences of infinite space or the cozy comfort of inner certainty.

I grew up like a neglected weed - ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it.

Quakers almost as good as colored. They call themselves friends and you can trust them every time.

Harriet Tubman

Quotes by Harriet Tubman

Written By Harriet Tubman

Written By Harriet Tubman

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