War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.
Rebecca Harding DavisIt is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at the luminous glow which sometimes shines on your path on a summer night, if you would not see the ugly worm below.
Rebecca Harding DavisIt has happened to me to meet many of the men of my day whom the world agreed to call great.
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 Davis