No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.

Dr. Flint had sworn that he would make me suffer, to my last day, for this new crime against him, as he called it; and as long as he had me in his power he kept his word

When I was nearly twelve years old, my kind mistress sickened and died.

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

For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood

Death is better than slavery.

The slave girl is reared in an atmosphere of licentiousness and fear.