Frederick Douglass: “At any rate, the eight years to come are as full of promise as were the eight that are past.”

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.

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

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

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.