Frederick Douglass: “Talk of thy glorious liberty, and then Bolt hard the captive’s door?”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

The father might be a white man, glorying in the purity of his Anglo-Saxon blood, and his child ranked with the blackest slaves.

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

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.