Frederick Douglass: “They gave tongue to interesting thoughts of my own soul, which had frequently flashed through my mind, and died away for…”

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.

That the mother was a slave was enough for its deadly purpose.

If I have had kicks, I have also had kindness.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.