Resentment was the hinge of her personality.

see chains on another person and be glad they are not your own--such was the good fortune permitted colored people, defined by how much worse it could be at any moment.

Men start off good and then the world makes them mean. The world is mean from the start and gets meaner every day. It uses you up until you only dream of death.

Now that she had run away and seen a bit of the country, Cora wasn't sure the document described anything real at all. America was a ghost in the darkness, like her.

Stolen bodies working stolen land. It was an engine that did not stop, its hungry boiler fed with blood.

That is how the European tribes operate, she said, If they can't control it, they destroy it.

Slavery is a sin when whites were put to the yoke, but not the African. All men are created equal, unless we decide you are not a man.

From the trunk of their scheme, choices and decisions sprouted like branches and shoots.

What a world it is, Cora thought, that makes a living prison into your only haven. Was she out of bondage or in its web: how to describe the status of a runaway?

White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to.

Racial prejudice rotted one's faculties, he said.

People says it gets easier. People are stupid."-Vlad

It was Francisco de Vitoria, a Catholic priest and professor, who earned the title of father of international law.

Faith is a day-to-day lifestyle and experience of Jesus Christ. That's what we are experiencing at Shalom, when we plant in faith - even in the dust - and trust in him for the miracles of his love.

There is honor in being a dog.

We don't quit. I don't quit. Let's seize this moment.

War is terrorism, magnified a hundred times.

The hand of fate had dipped into the ragbag of humanity.

I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.

Lips are no part of the head, only made for a double-leaf door for the mouth.

Isn't it strange how much we know if only we ask ourselves instead of somebody else.