There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.

The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.

Lives that flash in sunshine, and lives that are born in tears, receive their hue from circumstances.

Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.

I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.