Rebecca Harding Davis

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.

North and South were equally confident that God was on their side, and appealed incessantly to Him.

The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.

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.

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.

War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.