Frederick Douglass: “It is not only mock modesty, but mob modesty.”

I believed I should get enough to eat at Covey’s, even if I suffered in other respects, and this to a hungry man is not a prospect to be regarded with indifference.

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.

It was in the air, and men breathed it and were permeated by it, often when they were quite unconscious of its presence.

Food to the indolent is poison, not sustenance.