Frederick Douglass: “In every human breast, it has an advocate which can be silent only when the heart is dead.”

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.

Slavery had no recognition of fathers, as none of families.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.