Frederick Douglass: “Wherever slavery is found, these horrid instruments are also found.”

I wished it was possible I could remain small all my life, knowing that the sooner I grew large the shorter would be my time to remain with them.

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

The good to be sought and the evil to be shunned were flung in the balance and weighed against each other.

True it is that this faith was many times shaken by passing events, but never destroyed.