Frederick Douglass: “You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and am a slave!”

Treason had shot its poisonous roots deeper, and had spread its death-dealing branches further than any northern calculation had covered.

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.

To make a man a slave was to rob him of moral responsibility.