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

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

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

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

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

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

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.