But then his idea of a fugitive was only an idea of the letters that spell the word, - or at the most, the image of a little newspaper picture of a man with a stick and bundle with 'Ran away from the...
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
Have not many of us, in the weary way of life, felt, in some hours, how far easier it were to die than to live?The martyr, when faced even by a death of bodily anguish and horror, finds in the very te...
The underlying foundation of life in New England was one of profound, unutterable, and therefore unuttered, melancholy, which regarded human existence itself as a ghastly risk, and, in the case of the...
Perhaps, said Miss Ophelia, it is impossible for a person who does no good not to do harm.
Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.
My view of Christianity is such, that I think no man can consistently profess it without throwing the whole weight of his being against the monstrous system of injustice that lies at the foundation of...
For, so inconsistent is human nature, especially in the ideal, that not to undertake a thing at all seems better than to undertake and come short.
Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.
But, of old, there was One whose suffering changed an instrument of torture, degradation and shame, into a symbol of glory, honor, and immortal life; and, where His spirit is, neither degrading stripe...
Any mind that is capable of a real sorrow is capable of good.
The truth is the kindest thing we can give folks in the end.
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 wi...
What's your hurry?Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in, said Miss Ophelia.
What man has nerve to do, man has not nerve to hear.
Tom opened his eyes, and looked upon his master. Ye poor miserable critter! he said, there ain't no more ye can do! I forgive ye, with all my soul! and he fainted entirely away.
Talk about keeping slaves, as if we did it for our convenience, said Marie. I'm sure, if we consulted that, we might let them all go at once.Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mother's fa...
No one is so thoroughly superstitious as the godless man
Marie was one of those unfortunately constituted mortals, in whose eyes whatever is lost and gone assumes a value which it never had in possession.
Liberty! -- Electric word!