Frederick Douglass: “Although I was now myself free, I was not without apprehension.”

I looked into this kitchen with peculiar interest, and remembered that it was there I last saw my mother.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

The father might be a white man, glorying in the purity of his Anglo-Saxon blood, and his child ranked with the blackest slaves.

It was perhaps better for the country and for mankind that the good man could not know the end from the beginning.