Frederick Douglass: “The life which he has may be lost, and the liberty which he seeks may not be gained.”

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

A son of toil himself, he was linked in brotherly sympathy with the sons of toil in every loyal part of the republic.

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.

The father might be a white man, glorying in the purity of his Anglo-Saxon blood, and his child ranked with the blackest slaves.