War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

No man surely has so short a memory as the American.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

It 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 Davis

The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

Our village was built on the Ohio River, and was a halting place on this great national road, then the only avenue of traffic between the South and the North.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

You were only truly patriotic if you had a laborer for a grandfather and were glad of it.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

The histories which we have of the great tragedy give no idea of the general wretchedness, the squalid misery, which entered into every individual life in the region given up to the war. Where the armies camped the destruction was absolute.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

But, after all, we are a young nation, and vanity is a fault of youth.

- Rebecca Harding Davis

I went to Concord, a young woman from the backwoods, firm in belief that Emerson was the first of living men. He was the modern Moses who had talked with God apart and could interpret Him to us.

- Rebecca Harding Davis