Mr. Lincoln was generous by nature, and though his whole heart was in the war, he could not but respect the valor of those opposed to him. His soul was too great for the narrow, selfish views of partisanship. Brave… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
For an act may be wrong judged purely by itself, but when the motive that prompted the act is understood, it is construed differently.… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Notwithstanding all the wrongs that slavery heaped upon me, I can bless it for one thing-youth's important lesson of self-reliance. — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Friends are a recompense for all the woes of the darkest pages of life. — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
I was born a slave-was the child of slave parents-therefore I came upon the earth free in God-like thought, but fettered in action. — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Mr. Lincoln was generous by nature, and though his whole heart was in the war, he could not but respect the valor of those… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Nobody has a right to whip me but my own master, and nobody shall do so if I can prevent it — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
When I heard the words, I felt as if the blood had been frozen in my veins, and that my lungs must collapse for… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Poor dusky children of slavery, men and women of my own race-the transition from slavery to freedom was too sudden for you! The bright… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
I lifted the white cloth from the white face of the man that I had worshipped as an idol-looked upon as a demi-god. Notwithstanding… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
None of us are perfect, for which reason we should heed the voice of charity when it whispers in our ears, "Do not magnify… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
Free, free! what a glorious ring to the word. Free! the bitter heart-struggle was over. Free! the soul could go out to heaven and… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
We who are crushed to earth with heavy chains, who travel a weary, rugged, thorny road, groping through midnight darkness on earth, earn our… — Elizabeth Keckley Copy Share Image
