Frederick Douglass: “They could always shoot, stab, hang and burn the Negro, without any such remorse or shame as other men would feel after…”

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

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

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.

We (the people of the North) are a charitable people, and in the excess of this feeling we were disposed to put the very best construction upon the strange behavior of our southern brethren.