Frederick Douglass: “Wolsey could not tell Cromwell to fling away ambition properly only when he had flung away his own.”

For the moment the northern lamb was transformed into a lion, and his roar was terrible.

Guilty or not guilty, to be accused was to be sure of a flogging.

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