A man who has been shot at is a new realist, and what do you say to a realist when the war is a war of ideals?

Perhaps it was only that when you try to put it into words you cannot express it truly, it never sounds as you dream it.

Southern women like their men religious and a little mad.

Why do there have to be men like that, men who enjoy another man's dying?

If men were equal in America, all these Poles and English and Czechs and blacks, then they were equal everywhere, and there was really no such thing as foreigner; there were only free men and slaves.

There's nothing so much like a god on earth as a General on a battlefield.

Pickett excused himself, watchful of Longstreet. Pickett was always saying something to irritate somebody, and he rarely knew why, so his method was simply to apologize in general from time to time and let people know he meant well and then to shove off and hope for the best. He apologized and departed, curls ajiggle.