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? — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Forgiveness is indifference. Forgiveness is impossible while love lasts. — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
“We try our soldiers to see if they are hot enough before we enlist them. If, when water is thrown on them they do… — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even… — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Peace, comfort, quiet, happiness, I have found away from home. Only your own family, those nearest and dearest, can hurt you. — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
“I think incompatibility of temper began when it was made plain to us that we get all the opprobrium of slavery while they, with… — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Darkest of all Decembers ever has my life known, Sitting here by the embers, stunned, helpless, alone. — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth… — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Oh, if I could put some of my reckless spirit into these discreet cautious lazy men! — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world — Mary Boykin Chesnut Copy Share Image
