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.

My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.

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

The slave child had no thought for the morrow; but there came that blight, which too surely waits on every human being born to be a chattel.

Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.

I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.

Always it gave me a pang that my children had no lawful claim to a name.