When my babe was born, they said it was premature. It weighed only four pounds; but God let it live.

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

Death is better than slavery.

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

I can testify, from my own experience and observation, that slavery is a curse to the whites as well as to the blacks. It makes the white fathers cruel and sensual; the sons violent and licentious; it contaminates the daughters, and makes the wives wretched. And as for the colored race, it needs an abler pen than mine to describe the extremity of their sufferings, the depth of their degradation.

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.

There must be sophistry in all this; but the condition of a slave confuses all principles of morality, and, in fact, renders the practice of them impossible.