Frederick Douglass: “I did not allow myself a single word; but was resolved, if he laid the weight of his hand upon me, it should be blow for…”

Old and young, sick and well, were turned loose to the open sky, naked to their enemies.

Let us then, wherever we are, whether at the North or at the South, resolutely struggle on in the belief that there is a better day coming, and that we by patience, industry, uprightness, and economy may hasten that better day.

The conditions of success are universal and unchangeable.

Some will be more successful than others, and poverty, in many cases, is the result of misfortune rather than of crime; but no race can afford to have all its members the victims of this misfortune, without being considered a worthless…