And now, dear sister, I must leave this house or the retreating army will make me a prisoner in it by filling up the road I am directed to take.

It is one of my sources of happiness never to desire a knowledge of other people's business.

I would rather fight with my hands than my tongue.

Our private property must be sacrificed.

you may imagine me the very shadow of my husband.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

It is done... the precious portrait placed in the hands of the gentlemen for safe keeping.

At this late hour a wagon has been procured, and I have had it filled with plate and the most valuable portable articles, belonging to the house.

Disaffection stalks around us.

When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.

I much prefer not to fall, unless of course I am falling into the hands of God.

I do believe in shooting the messenger.You know why? Because it sends a message.

There is an old saying, that in the desert a camel is more useful than a kingdom, " he said ruefully, "but as a location for lovemaking, it leaves a lot to be desired.

Rather than condemning people for their wrong deeds, love and pray for them because everyone has their shortcomings

But before we die, how shall we live? I say with hope and dignity; and if premature death is the result, that death has a meaning reactionary suicide can never have. It is the price of self-respect.

Composition is frozen improvisation.

The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

The formal artistic gesture is already expressed in the act of taking the photograph.

I did pretty good for a guy who never finished high school and used to yodel at square dances.

Losers react. Winners anticipate.