If certain noble and faithful slaves placed themselves between their old masters and death, they were sacrificed together.

Gratitude and pity are virtues which civil war never recognises.

Colour was a sentence of death without exception of persons; the war was between the races, and no longer between men.

The one must perish for the other to live! Since justice could not make itself understood by them, there was nothing but death left for them.

Every gift of life to a white was a treason which would cost a black man's life.