Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil. As he grew up it was his duty as a Christian and a gentleman to appear to despise filthy lucre,… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
One 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… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil. As he grew up… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums. — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Before the birth of the New Woman the country was not an intellectual desert, as she is apt to suppose. There were teachers of… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
TO preach a sermon or edit a newspaper were the two things in life which I always felt I could do with credit to… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
“Well, what was it to be a thief? He met the question at last, face to face, wiping the clammy drops of sweat from… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Every child was taught from his cradle that money was Mammon, the chief agent of the flesh and the devil. — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it. — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as… — Rebecca Harding Davis Copy Share Image
