It has been suggested that an account of my life and fortunes would not be uninteresting to the public.

I could not comprehend the justice of that law, or that religion, which upholds or recognizes the principle of slavery.

Suffice it to say, during the whole long day I came not to the conclusion, even once, that the southern slave, fed, clothed, whipped and protected by his master, is happier than the free colored citizen of the North. To that conclusion I have never since arrived.

I can speak of slavery only so far as it came under my own observation - only so far as I have known and experienced it in my own person.

My sufferings I can compare to nothing else than the burning agonies of hell!

There are few sights more pleasant to the eye, than a wide cotton field when it is in the bloom. It presents an appearance of purity, like an immaculate expanse of light, new-fallen snow.

Is everything right because the law allows it?