Frederick Douglass: “It was quite natural for Master Thomas to presume I was feigning sickness to escape work, for he probably thought that…”

His iron sentences, cold and harsh, sunk like heavy weights deep into my heart, and stirred up within me a rebellion not soon to be allayed.

The black man (unlike the Indian) loves civilization.

He was called upon not merely to administer the government, but to decide, in the face of terrible odds, the fate of the Republic.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.