I had reasoned this out in my mind, there was one of two things I had a right to, liberty or death; if I could not have one, I would have the other.

If I could spit out a litter of kids, I would.

I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.

I think slavery is the next thing to hell. If a person would send another into bondage, he would, it appears to me, be bad enough to send him into hell if he could.

If I could live in a cabaret, I would. If I could live in 'Moulin Rouge,' I would.

I would fight for my liberty so long as my strength lasted, and if the time came for me to go, the Lord would let them take me.