Frederick Douglass: “I thought I saw, in his very religious devotions, this controlling element of his character.”

It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

Land is not worth much where there are no people to occupy it, and a mule is not worth much where there is no one to drive him.

A son of toil himself, he was linked in brotherly sympathy with the sons of toil in every loyal part of the republic.