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 Harding Davis calmchimneycommon share on social
The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet. Rebecca Harding Davis banquetbreathearth Change image and share on social
North and South were equally confident that God was on their side, and appealed incessantly to Him. Rebecca Harding Davis appealconfidentequally Change image and share on social
But, after all, we are a young nation, and vanity is a fault of youth. Rebecca Harding Davis faultnationvanity Change image and share on social
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 Harding Davis absolutearmycamp share on social
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 Harding Davis closelyglowgood share on social
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 Harding Davis benefitchancecredit Change image and share on social
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 Harding Davis backwoodbeliefconcord Change image and share on social
We have grown used to money. The handling, the increase of it, is the chief business of life now with most of us. Rebecca Harding Davis businesschiefgrow Change image and share on social
The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay. Rebecca Harding Davis childhoodclayhenry Change image and share on social
