I WAS born a slave; but I never knew it till six years of happy childhood had passed away

There is something akin to freedom in having a lover who has no control over you, except that which he gains by kindness and attachment.

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.

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

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

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

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.