Frederick Douglass: “I was now about twelve years old, and the thought of being a slave for life began to bear heavily upon my heart.”

This was a new and special revelation, dispelling a painful mystery against which my youthful understanding had struggled, and struggled in vain, to wit, the white man’s power to perpetuate the enslavement of the black man.

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.

Lincoln was not only a great President, but a GREAT MAN--too great to be small in anything.