William Lloyd Garrison: “Does, then, th' immortal principle within Change with the casual colour of the skin?”

If they were cut loose from their friends at the North (friends that ought to be, and without them, the South had no friends), whither were they to look for protection?

No insult or outrage, no deed of impiety or blood, on the part of the South, can startle us into resistance, or inspire us with self-respect.

Nay, cannot all the despotisms of the earth take shelter under them?

Every slave is a stolen man; every slaveholder is a man-stealer.