Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.
Rebecca Harding Davisit is a mistake to talk of the twilight of age, or the blurred sight of old people. The long day grows clearer at its close, and the petty fogs of prejudice which rose between us and our fellows in youth melt away as the sun goes down. At last we see God's creatures as they are.
Rebecca Harding DavisAmerica may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.
Rebecca Harding DavisWar may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.
Rebecca Harding Davis