три вещи, которые невозможно спрятать: солнце, луна и правда
I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.
Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong!
It is not violence that best overcomes hate — nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury.
I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!