Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation are men who want crops without plowing up the ground.

Author:

Explore More Quotes by Frederick Douglass

A little learning indeed may be a dangerous thing but the want of learning is a calamity to any peo

A little learning indeed may be a dangerous thing, but the want of learning is a calamity to any people.

America is false to the past false to the present and solemnly binds herself to be false to the fut

America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future.

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.

Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.

Man's greatness consists in his ability to do and the proper application of his powers to things ne

Man's greatness consists in his ability to do and the proper application of his powers to things needed to be done.

Related Quotes to Explore

    I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." - Martin Luther King, Jr. Quote

    I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

    Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

    Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

    The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

    The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

    Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to

    Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

Search