Frederick Douglass: “During this time, my copy-book was the board fence, brick wall, and pavement; my pen and ink was a lump of chalk.”

Covey succeeded in breaking me--in body, soul, and spirit.

The friendless and hungry boy, in his extremest need, found himself in the strong protecting arms of his mother.

It had no interest in recognizing or preserving any of the ties that bind families together or to their homes.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.