Death Is Better Than Slavery.

The Slave Girl Is Reared In An Atmosphere Of Licentiousness And Fear.

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.

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.

I Was Born A Slave; But I Never Knew It Till Six Years Of Happy Childhood Had Passed Away

Hot Weather Brings Out Snakes And Slaveholders, And I Like One Class Of The Venomous Creatures As Little As I Do The Other.