Death is better than slavery.

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

Every where the years bring to all enough of sin and sorrow; but in slavery the very dawn of life is darkened by these shadows

Could you have seen that mother clinging to her child, when they fastened the irons upon his wrists; could you have heard her heart-rending groans, and seen her bloodshot eyes wander wildly from face to face, vainly pleading for mercy; could you have witnessed that scene as I saw it, you would exclaim, Slavery is damnable!

When I was six years old, my mother died; and then, for the first time, I learned, by the talk around me, that I was a slave.

The war of my life had begun; and though one of God's most powerless creatures, I resolved never to be conquered.

The degradation, the wrongs, the vices, that grow out of slavery, are more than I can describe. They are greater than you would willingly believe.