C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.


The image of God cut in ebony.


  • We’ve scrubb’d the negroes till we’ve nearly kill’d ’em,
  • And finding that we cannot wash them white,
  • We mean to gild ’em.
  • Thos. Hood.

    In the negro countenance you will often meet with strong traits of benignity. I have felt yearnings of tenderness towards some of these faces, or rather masks, that have looked out kindly upon one in casual encounters in the streets and highways.


    The negro is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world, and he has deep in his heart a passion for all that is splendid, rich, and fanciful; a passion which, rudely indulged by an untrained taste, draws on him the ridicule of the colder and more correct white race.

    Mrs. Stowe.