Frederick Douglass: “It would bring a stain upon the nation’s honour, like the blood on Lady Macbeth’s hand.”

Our very lack of preparation for the conflict disposed us to look for some other than the way of blood out of the difficulty.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

My grandmother was all the world to me, and the thought of being separated from her was a most unwelcome suggestion to my affections and hopes.

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