Frederick Douglass: “He that eat fastest got most, and he that was strongest got the best place; and few left the trough really satisfied.”

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

To make a man a slave was to rob him of moral responsibility.

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.

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