Frederick Douglass: “I really believe he knew me, but had no heart to betray me.”

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

It had no interest in recognizing or preserving any of the ties that bind families together or to their homes.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.

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