Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black is our horizon.

Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you.

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe

We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate... Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape.

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men!