“I only wanted to help my people.”

As long as it served his purpose, Mr. Lincoln boldly advocated the right of Secession.

Politically I did not like Mr. Lincoln for in him I saw the destroyer.

Just previous to the birth of my little son, my mind gave way and my child was born in the asylum for the insane at Stockton, Cal. My boy was buried there.

What a jolly thing military surveillance is!

The secession of the Southern States, individually or in the aggregate, was the certain consequence of Mr. Lincoln’s election.

I do not set myself up as an advocate of the woman’s right doctrine, but would rather appear in the character of a quiet lady expressing her sentiments, not so much to the public as to her immediate friends.

Meanwhile, my residence within the Federal lines, and my acquaintance with so many of the officers, the origin of which I have already mentioned, enabled me to gain much important information as to the position and designs of the enemy.

There are those who maintain that in this world women have no right to interfere in the affairs of state, in politics, in plots and counter-plots.

I hope my arm falls paralyzed to my side….Get out. I’m so disgusted I can’t endure your presence any longer.

A true woman always loves a real soldier.

Others that are who, more chivalrous, are willing to admit that women have as much right to act, think, and speak as men.

I thank god that I can say on my death bed that I am a virtuous woman.

Fortune has played me a sad trick by letting me live on and on.

I hope that when I commence that oath, my tongue may cleave to the roof of my mouth. If I ever sign one line to show allegiance.

I firmly believe that in this fiery ordeal, in this suffering, misery, and woe, the South is but undergoing a purification by fire and steel that will, in good time, and by God’s decree, work out her own independence.

If it is a crime to love the South, its cause and its President, then I am a criminal. I would rather lie down in this prison and die than leave it owing allegiance to a government such as yours.

God cares about every area of our lives, and God wants us to ask for help.

How quickly a person in pain whom you can’t help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.

I hope that I can make music that helps people in some way or that they can connect with, and that I can just live a life where I’m surrounded by people that I love.

An important verity about knowledge is that the brain works most effectively with consciously retained information. We more easily remember what we want to recall later.

When the praying does no good, insurance does help.

I just like the child’s nightmares and therapy, once an experience has found the light of day I’m no longer under its spell, I’m free to tell it. I hope in telling honestly I can in some way help other people to do so also.

If we acknowledge our need for God, he will help us.

Being a poet in the States is quite different from being one in China, because in the States poetry depends on the universities for its support. They finance the poets and help them get published. That isn’t so in China. But overall it is the same. You can’t change society with poetry.