Frederick Douglass: “The old hero, in the trial hour, had behaved so grandly that men regarded him not as a murderer, but as a martyr.”

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

His iron sentences, cold and harsh, sunk like heavy weights deep into my heart, and stirred up within me a rebellion not soon to be allayed.

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 believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.