The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a fine day.

Place, time, life, death, earth, heaven are divisions and distinctions we make, like the imaginary lines we trace upon the surface of the globe.

The death I should prefer would be to break my neck off the back of a good horse at a full gallop on a fine day.

Those that we love never alter, unless we cease to love them.

Politics of all sorts, I confess, are far beyond my limited powers of comprehension. Those of this country as far as I have been able to observe, resolve themselves into two great motives. The aristocratic desire of elevation and separation, and the democratic desire of demolishing and levelling.

I have been out again on the river, rowing. I find nothing new.

...I cannot help being astonished at the furious and ungoverned execration which all reference to the possibility of a fusion of the races draws down upon those who suggest it, because nobody pretends to deny that, throughout the South, a large proportion of the population is the offspring of white men and colored women.