The monuments of the nations are all protests against nothingness after death; so are statues and inscriptions; so is history.
The monuments of the nations are all protests against nothingness after death; so are statues and inscriptions; so is history.
One is never more on trial than in the moment of excessive good fortune.
Riches take wings, comforts vanish, hope withers away, but love stays with us. Love is God.
Wallace shook hands with the Rebel brass. I was then invited to breakfast, which consisted of corn bread and coffee, the best the gallant officer had in his kitchen, ... We sat at the table about an hour and a half.
When people are lonely they stoop to any companionship.
As a rule, there is no surer way to the dislike of men than to behave well where they have behaved badly.
He met me with politeness and dignity, ... Turning to the officers at the table, he remarked 'General Wallace, it is not necessary to introduce you to these gentlemen you are acquainted with them all.'
Am I going home to idleness No, no. My feet and hands may be still, not so the mind--that has its aspirations yet, and it will work, for it has a law unto itself. Idleness is one thing, doing is another.
Beauty is altogether in the eye of the beholder.
I know what I should love to do--to build a study to write, and to think of nothing else. I want to bury myself in a den of books. I want to saturate myself with the elements of which they are made, and breathe their atmosphere until I am of it. Not a bookworm, being which is to give off no utterances but a man in the world of writing--one with a pen that shall stop men to listen to it, whether they wish to or not.
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