Notwithstanding all the wrongs that slavery heaped upon me I can bless it for one thing-youth's important lesson of self-reliance.
I was born a slave-was the child of slave parents-therefore I came upon the earth free in God-like thought but fettered in action.
When I heard the words I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins and that my lungs must collapse for the want of air. Mr. Lincoln shot!
Friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life.
None of us are perfect for which reason we should heed the voice of charity when it whispers in our ears "Do not magnify the imperfections of others.
Nobody has a right to whip me but my own master and nobody shall do so if I can prevent it