Gott beurteilt die Menschen nach ihren Herzen und nicht nach ihrer Hautfarbe.
There are no bonds so strong as those which are formed by suffering together.
There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.
The beautiful spring came; and when Nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.
Cruelty is contagious in uncivilized communities.
I would rather drudge out my life on a cotton plantation, till the grave opened to give me rest, than to live with an unprincipled master and a jealous mistress.
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
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.
But to the slave mother New Year’s day comes laden with peculiar sorrows. She sits on her cold cabin floor, watching the children who may all be torn from her the next morning and often does she wish that she and they might die before the day dawns.
Notwithstanding my grandmother’s long and faithful service to her owners, not one of her children escaped the auction block. These God-breathing machines are no more, in the sight of their masters, than the cotton they plant, or the horses they tend.
When they told me my new-born babe was a girl, my heart was heavier than it had ever been before. Slavery is terrible for men; but it is far more terrible for women.
My master had power and law on his side; I had a determined will. There is might in each.
Death is better than slavery.
The secrets of slavery are concealed like those of the Inquisition.
For years, my master had done his utmost to pollute my mind with foul images, and to destroy the pure principles inculcated by my grandmother, and the good mistress of my childhood.
Hot weather brings out snakes and slaveholders, and I like one class of the venomous creatures as little as I do the other.