Frederick Douglass: “The Negro may and does feel its malign influence in the very air he breathes.”

We could not but believe that there existed at the South a latent and powerful Union sentiment which would assert itself at last.

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

I wished it was possible I could remain small all my life, knowing that the sooner I grew large the shorter would be my time to remain with them.

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