Every nation that carries in its bosom great and unredressed injustice has in it the elements of this last convulsion.
Scenes of blood and cruelty are shocking to our ear and heart. What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
Home is a place not only of strong affections, but of entire unreserved; it is life's undress rehearsal, its backroom, its dressing room.
Everyone confesses in the abstract that they love virtue, but in reality, they want to avoid suffering and inconvenience.
It's a matter of taking the side of the weak against the strong, something the best people have always done.
So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master—so long as the failure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the master involves them in the same slavery—so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
When you get into a tight place and everything goes against you, till it seems as though you could not hang on a minute longer, never give up then, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.