Frederick Douglass: “The crushed worm may yet turn under the heel of the oppressor.”

True it is that this faith was many times shaken by passing events, but never destroyed.

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

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

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.