Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl

There are wrongs which even the grave does not bury.

they called a colored man a citizen! Strange words to be uttered in that region!

I told him that every body was not cross, or unhappy; that those who had pleasant homes, and kind friends, and who were not afraid to love them, were happy. But we, who were slave-children, without father or mother, could not expect to be happy. We must be good; perhaps that would bring us contentment.

It is a sad feeling to be afraid of one's native country.

There are no bonds so strong as those which are formed by suffering together.

It is always better to trust than to doubt.