But, children, you should never let
Such angry passions rise;
Your little hands were never made
To tear each other’s eyes.

I’ll burn my books!

Revenge is often like biting a dog because the dog bit you.

Let Southern oppressors tremble—let their secret abettors tremble—let their Northern apologists tremble—let all the enemies of the persecuted blacks tremble.

Life's a bitch. Then you marry one.