Frederick Douglass: “For the moment the dreams of my youth, and the hopes of my manhood, were completely fulfilled.”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

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

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

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