For an act may be wrong judged purely by itself, but when the motive that prompted the act is understood, it is construed differently. I lay it down as an axiom, that only that is criminal in the sight of… — 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
