Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They read more

Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs
Receive our air, that moment they are free;
They touch our country, and their shackles fall.

The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not read more

The very mudsills of society. . . . We call them
slaves. . . . But I will not characterize that class at the North
with that term; but you have it. It is there, it is everywhere,
it is eternal.

Consenting to slavery is a sacrilegious breach of trust, as offensive in the sight of God as it is derogatory read more

Consenting to slavery is a sacrilegious breach of trust, as offensive in the sight of God as it is derogatory from our own honor or interest of happiness

I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
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I would not have a slave to till my ground,
To carry me, to fan me while I sleep,
And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth
That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her read more

In thinking of America, I sometimes find myself admiring her bright blue sky-her grand old woods-her fertile fields-her beautiful rivers-her mighty lakes and star-crowned mountains. But my rapture is soon checked when I remember that all is cursed with the infernal spirit of slave-holding and wrong; When I remember that with the waters of her noblest rivers, the tears of my brethren are borne to the ocean, disregarded and forgotten; That her most fertile fields drink daily of the warm blood of my outraged sisters, I am filled with unutterable loathing.

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes read more

The air of England has long been too pure for a slave, and every
man is free who breathes it.

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are read more

The moment the slave resolves that he will no longer be a slave, his fetters fall. Freedom and slavery are mental states.

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., read more

Foreign slaves, as soon as they come within the limits of Gaul,
that moment they are free.
[Lat., Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliae fines penetraverint
eodem momento liberi sunt.]

Better to starve free than be a fat slave

Better to starve free than be a fat slave