Frederick Douglass: “Then, he is guilty of impudence, one of the greatest crimes in the social catalogue of southern society.”

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

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

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.

My grandmother was all the world to me, and the thought of being separated from her was a most unwelcome suggestion to my affections and hopes.