34 Quotes by Rebecca Harding Davis

The note is the same, I fancy, be the octave high or low.

Well, what was it to be a thief? He met the question at last, face to face, wiping the clammy drops of sweat from his forehead. God made this money - the fresh air, too - for his children's use. He never made the difference between poor and rich.

Reform is born of need, not pity. No vital movement of the people has worked down, for good or evil; fermented, instead, carried up the heaving, cloggy mass.

The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet.

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

These great turning-days of life cast no shadow before, slip by unconsciously. Only a trifle, a little turn of the rudder, and the ship goes to heaven or hell.

Well, what was it to be a thief? He met the question at last, face to face, wiping the clammy drops of sweat from his forehead. God made this money – the fresh air, too – for his children’s use. He never made the difference between poor and rich.

For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.