Frederick Douglass: “They turned us loose to the open sky and left us not a foot of ground from which to get a crust of bread.”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

He was called upon not merely to administer the government, but to decide, in the face of terrible odds, the fate of the Republic.

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

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.