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.
Rebecca Harding DavisOne sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces . . . in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces . . .
Rebecca Harding DavisEvery child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil.
Rebecca Harding Davis