Frederick Douglass: “In spite of a common nature and the equality framed into law, this hate works injustice, of which each in their own name…”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

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.

We could not but believe that there existed at the South a latent and powerful Union sentiment which would assert itself at last.

Guilty or not guilty, to be accused was to be sure of a flogging.