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

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

But to the slave mother New Year's day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.

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

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

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.

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