Top 25 Quotes by Rebecca Harding Davis of 35 - Page 2

It was part of your religion to hate the British.

It was part of your religion to hate the British.

Hate, British

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.25, Vanderbilt University Press

it 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

Mistake, Twilight, Sight

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.129, Vanderbilt University Press

The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Hero, Childhood, Clay

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.113, Vanderbilt University Press

... I suppose that the party or sect which is to do any work in the world must breathe its own peculiar atmosphere, speak its own little patois, and see but one side of the question on which it fights.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Party, Fighting, Atmosphere

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.99, Vanderbilt University Press

TO preach a sermon or edit a newspaper were the two things in life which I always felt I could do with credit to myself and benefit to the world, if I only had the chance.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Things In Life, Two, Credit

Men and women thought and did noble and mean things that would have been impossible to them before or after. A man cannot drink old Bourbon long and remain in his normal condition. We did not drink Bourbon, but blood.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Mean, Men, Blood

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.80, Vanderbilt University Press

Before the birth of the New Woman the country was not an intellectual desert, as she is apt to suppose. There were teachers of thehighest grade, and libraries, and countless circles in our towns and villages of scholarly, leisurely folk, who loved books, and music, and Nature, and lived much apart with them. The mad craze for money, which clutches at our souls to-day as la grippe does at our bodies, was hardly known then.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Country, Teacher, Money

But remember, I am no politician, and no seer into souls.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Soul, Remember, Politician

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.113, Vanderbilt University Press

We don't often look into these unpleasant details of our great struggle. We all prefer to think that every man who wore the blue or gray was a Philip Sidney at heart.

Rebecca Harding Davis

Struggle, Heart, Eye

Rebecca Harding Davis (1904). “Rebecca Harding Davis: Writing Cultural Autobiography”, p.80, Vanderbilt University Press