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.

Cotton is King.

Before complaining that you are a slave to another, be sure that you are not a slave to self. Look within;...You will find there, perchance, slavish thoughts, slavish desires, and in your daily life and conduct slavish habits. Conquer these; cease to be a slave to self, and no man will have the power to enslave you.

They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak; . . . . They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.

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

Another of my wishes is to depend as little as possible on the labor of slaves