Whipping and abuse are like laudanum: you have to double the dose as the sensibilities decline.

What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone; whose voice, smothered far down, and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom!

I never thought my book would turn so many people against slavery.

Sweet souls around us watch us still, press nearer to our side; Into our thoughts, into our prayers, with gentle helpings glide.

Most mothers are instinctive philosophers.

I am one of the sort that lives by throwing stones at other people's glass houses, but I never mean to put up one for them to stone.

Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.