Frederick Douglass: “Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough hew them as we will.”

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

Our very lack of preparation for the conflict disposed us to look for some other than the way of blood out of the difficulty.

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

Covey succeeded in breaking me--in body, soul, and spirit.