Religion without humanity is very poor human stuff.

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman?

The rich rob the poor and the poor rob one another.

Good man! Genuine gentleman! God bless George Thompson, the great-hearted friend of my race.

And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Because of them I can now live the dream. I am the seed of the free, and I know it. I intend to bear great fruit.