Frederick Douglass: “You will be free as soon as you are twenty-one, but I am a slave for life!”

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

The good to be sought and the evil to be shunned were flung in the balance and weighed against each other.

Father he might be, and not be husband, and could sell his own child without incurring reproach, if in its veins coursed one drop of African blood.

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