A sacred burden is this life ye bear, Look on it, lift it, bear it solemnly, Stand up and walk beneath it steadfastly; Fail not for sorrow, falter…

- Fanny Kemble

[When her husband said her earnings as a married woman belonged to him:] I cannot persuade myself that that which I invent - create, in fact - can be…

- Fanny Kemble

Though the Negroes are fed, clothed, and housed, and though the Irish peasant is starved, naked, and roofless, the bare name of freemen-the lordship …

- Fanny Kemble

In the north we could not hope to keep the worst and poorest servant for a single day in the wretched discomfort in which our negro servants are forc…

- Fanny Kemble

A good many causes tend to make good masters and mistresses quite as rare as good servants.... The large and rapid fortunes by which vulgar and ignor…

- Fanny Kemble

The Southern newspapers, with their advertisements of negro sales and personal descriptions of fugitive slaves, supply details of misery that it woul…

- Fanny Kemble

...I cannot help being astonished at the furious and ungoverned execration which all reference to the possibility of a fusion of the races draws down…

- Fanny Kemble

The master's irresponsible power has no such bound.

- Fanny Kemble

[On disagreeing with her husband about his slave-holding:] I cannot give my conscience into the keeping of another human being or submit the actions …

- Fanny Kemble