I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. — Robert Green Ingersoll
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. — Robert Green Ingersoll
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. — Robert Green Ingersoll
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. — Robert Green Ingersoll
I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot. — Robert Green Ingersoll
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I am the inferior of any man whose rights I trample under foot.

— Robert Green Ingersoll
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