Archibald Henry Grimké: “We are groping in thick darkness; but it is that darkest hour which is said to precede the dawn of day.”

It is a gangrene preying upon our vitals--an earthquake rumbling under our feet--a mine accumulating material for a national catastrophe.

I have always supposed that its spirit was directly opposed to everything in the shape of fraud and oppression.

My friends were prodigal of pity, but of nothing else.

No body of men on the face of the earth deserve their charities, and prayers, and united assistance so much as the slaves of this country; and yet they are almost entirely neglected.