Frederick Douglass: “Never mind, honey—better day comin’,” was even then a solace, a cheering consolation to me in my troubles.”

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

Guilty or not guilty, to be accused was to be sure of a flogging.

We (the people of the North) are a charitable people, and in the excess of this feeling we were disposed to put the very best construction upon the strange behavior of our southern brethren.

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