Frederick Douglass: “Shall honor bleed, shall truth succumb, Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb?”

It was perhaps better for the country and for mankind that the good man could not know the end from the beginning.

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.

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

It had no interest in recognizing or preserving any of the ties that bind families together or to their homes.