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

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.

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 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.

Tear your heart out of your chest. And hand it to God. There is no other healing. I swear, there is no other healing.

They march into the future to the rhythm of the past.

Sometimes you just need to know when a fight is best saved for another day when the odds are more in your favour.

We must fight for peace bravely as we fought in war.

My point is, God's still up there. The arrogance of people to think that we, human beings, would be able to change what He is doing in the climate is to me outrageous.

Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.

he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.

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