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

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.

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

Death is better than slavery.

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

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.

Notwithstanding my grandmother's long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.