Frederick Douglass: “She never allowed me to go there without giving me bread enough to make good the deficiencies of a day or two.”

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.

I wished it was possible I could remain small all my life, knowing that the sooner I grew large the shorter would be my time to remain with them.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.