Frederick Douglass: “The answer to that view is, that slavery is itself an abuse; that it lives by abuse; and dies by the absence of abuse.”

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

My grandmother was all the world to me, and the thought of being separated from her was a most unwelcome suggestion to my affections and hopes.

Father he might be, and not be husband, and could sell his own child without incurring reproach, if in its veins coursed one drop of African blood.