Now, what I sing they ain't got it in the right way- not in the way I meant it. I am a kind of poet- what do you call it that makes poetry? I can't r… - Sojourner Truth

Many slaveholders boast of the love of their slaves. How would it freeze the blood of some of them to know what kind of love rankles in the bosoms of slaves for them! Witness the attempt to poison Mrs. Calhoun, and hundreds of similar cases. Most 'surprising ' to every body, because committed by slaves supposed to be so grateful for their chains.

She had heard it said that these evils would die out in time, but they would not die out, 'they must be learned out.

Through all the scenes of her eventful life may be traced the energy of a naturally powerful mind — the fearlessness and child-like simplicity of one untrammelled by education or conventional customs — purity of character — an unflinching adherence to principle — and a native enthusiasm, which, under different circumstances, might easily have produced another Joan of Arc. With all her fervor, and enthusiasm, and speculation, her religion is not tinctured in the least with gloom. No doubt, no hesitation, no despondency, spreads a cloud over her soul; but all is bright, clear, positive, and at times ecstatic. Her trust is in God, and from him she looks for good, and not evil. She feels that ‘perfect love casteth out fear.