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.

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

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

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.

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

Could you have seen that mother clinging to her child, when they fastened the irons upon his wrists; could you have heard her heart-rending groans, and seen her bloodshot eyes wander wildly from face to face, vainly pleading for mercy; could you have witnessed that scene as I saw it, you would exclaim, Slavery is damnable!