Having the freedom to read and the freedom to choose is one of the best gifts my parents ever gave me.
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
There is no slave, after all, like a wife. . . Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.
We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.
We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate. . . Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape.
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it. . . They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.
But alas, they are all sadly deficient, because they leave us under the domination of political and religious prejudices; and they are as inefficient as the sleepy dose of an ordinary sermon.
We are moving toward a dictatorship of relativism which does not recognize anything as for certain and which has as its highest goal one's own ego and one's own desires.
It's hard to have a bad hair day when you're famous
She's like a wind-up monkey that winds itself.