Frederick Douglass: “No law whatever will bring the guilty man to justice for the crime.”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

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

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

Our very lack of preparation for the conflict disposed us to look for some other than the way of blood out of the difficulty.