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Rebecca H. Davis
About the author
We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Now
#Life
#Money
#Business
Our young people have come to look upon war as a kind of beneficent deity, which not only adds to the national honor but uplifts a nation and develops patriotism and courage.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#People
#Honor
#War
#Nation
#Courage
#Patriotism
Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Old
#Difference
#Driving
The histories which we have of the great tragedy give no idea of the general wretchedness, the squalid misery, which entered into every individual life in the region given up to the war. Where the armies camped the destruction was absolute.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Life
#War
#Tragedy
#Idea
#Destruction
#Misery
The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Childhood
The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Love
#Earth
#Friends
#Sun
TO preach a sermon or edit a newspaper were the two things in life which I always felt I could do with credit to myself and benefit to the world, if I only had the chance.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Life
#Chance
#World
#Credit
We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle. We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Heart
#Man
#Struggle
Our village was built on the Ohio River, and was a halting place on this great national road, then the only avenue of traffic between the South and the North.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Road
You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it.
Rebecca H. Davis,
You will find the poet who wrings the heart of the world, or the foremost captain of his time, driving a bargain or paring a potato, just as you would do.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Time
#Will
#Heart
#World
#Driving
#Bargain
War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#War
#May
#Mission
#Habits
Crime, to the man of the forties, was an alien monstrous terror.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Crime
#Man
#Terror
Reform is born of need, not pity.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Reform
#Pity
No man surely has so short a memory as the American.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#American
#Man
#Memory
But, after all, we are a young nation, and vanity is a fault of youth.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Youth
#Nation
#Fault
#Vanity
America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Will
#May
#America
#Poets
Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Money
#Devil
#Mammon
For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Death
#May
#Guests
I went to Concord, a young woman from the backwoods, firm in belief that Emerson was the first of living men. He was the modern Moses who had talked with God apart and could interpret Him to us.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#God
#Belief
#First
#Men
#Woman
#Living
It has happened to me to meet many of the men of my day whom the world agreed to call great.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Day
#World
#Men
It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at the luminous glow which sometimes shines on your path on a summer night, if you would not see the ugly worm below.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Talk
#Words
#Heart
#Man
#Night
#Ugly
#Summer
It was part of your religion to hate the British.
Rebecca H. Davis,
#Religion
#Hate
But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls.
Rebecca H. Davis,