The people seemed nearly ostentatious about minding their own business.
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.
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.
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
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?
I'm a very modest person.
I actually taught perceptual psychology at N. Y. U. when I was younger. I was interested in the aesthetic impulse in lower primates. But what really interested me in Dian Fossey was that she made a difference - she saved the gorillas.
I left small businesses a little while ago and they were all complaining that Obamacare is putting them out of business. Not only the regulations, which are a disaster and the taxes, but Obamacare is putting them out of business. So you have that concept, the savings accounts, health care. What you really have are ways of getting people energized by take - you have to take down the lines between the state so you have competition.
I've always believed in God. I remember once a guy asked me what it was like to be self-employed. I said, I'm not self employed. I work for God. The pay is good; He works me hard.