I won't be wronged; I won't be insulted; I won't be laid a hand on. I don't do these things to other people. and I require the same from others. John Bernard Books. 1901, Carson City, Nevada.
My name is Sergeant Major Patrick Augustine Harper, of Donegal and proud of it, and the First Battalion of the South Essex and proud of that too. . . God save Ireland.
Sign in a country store in Hillsboro, NM: If you don't find what you are looking for, we'll show you how to get along with out it.
The death of John Wesley Hardin: If he was shot from the front, it was remarkably good shooting. If he was shot from the back, it was remarkably good judgement.
If family cases started with a wedding and ended with a funeral, judges wouldn't dread them so much — but it's rarely that way. Judge Sheridan Cecil, former resident Boone's Lick. Missouri.
The African Queen came clattering majestically down the river, a feather of smoke from her funnel, spray flying from her bows, a white wake behind her.
"We get fog in the spring, General, and fog in the summer, and then comes the fog in the fall and after that the snow, which we usually can't see because it's hidden by the fog." Local man to General Francis McLean about the future location of Fort George, 1779.
"Wonder 'ow old Corky's feeling." said Able Body Seaman Ryder. "D'you remember old Corky, Nibs? You know, the crusher. I 'eaed 'e was 'Era now."--H.M.S. Artemis on route to Malta on convoy patrol, 1939.
Hotel Inglaterra, Havana, Cuba, 1898—Charlie Burke, old-time cowpoke, who likes nothing better than a good "chaw" couldn't believe it. All the tobacco that was grown in Cuba, famous the world over for its fine cigars, not one pinch of it goes into the production of chewing tobacco, scrap or plug.
Good-bye — if you hear of my being stood up against a Mexican stone wall and shot to rags please know that I think that a pretty good way to depart this life. It beats old age, disease, or falling down the cellar stars. To be a Gringo in Mexico — ah, that is euthanasia! Ambrose Bierce
Ase Linden had three friends and a flute. The Sojourner
Two days later, in Conciliation Hall, O'Connell brought him on stage and he thrust Douglass's hamd in the air: "Here is the black O'Connell". Dublin, 1845
Men-folks has got to stick together in the name o' peace. You can carry your Ma a good bait o' wood now. Penny Baxter
Tell Mike it was only business. I always liked him. Tessio
The good Lord made some men big and some men small. Colonel Colt made all men equal. Mule Canby
Miss, for all the trouble you've seen here . . . I wish for you . . . that you'll see happier days. Confederate soldier to Lucy Spence, volunteer nurse, Vicksburg, MS, July 4, 1863.
What is the Panay, Sir? Army corporal, Hickman Army Air Force Base, December 9, 1941.
There's your colt. I promised. And there it is. I had to do it — had to. Billy Buck
In the course of an evening every male inhabitant of Loma over fifteen years old came at least once to the Buffalo Bar, had a drink. talked a while and went home. Johnny Bear
Damn, war certainty brings out the stupidity in man. Longstreet
Grant: He was as rumpled as they were, unshaven, battered hat pulled down low, a man you would never notice in a crowd, the only giveaway the almost permanent cigar clenched in his teeth, glowing like a smokestack. As quickly as it burned into a stub, another would be lit.
Flyin'!--it's about the only thing that ain't against the law, Charley answered. If I walk, I get arrested for vagrancy, and if I stand still, I get arrested for loitering. What’s that leave but flyin'? There's more crimes than I ever heard of in this country.
I shot the kid at 300 yards. It was the best shot and the dirtiest trick I ever done. . . . . Killing is my specialty. I look at it as a business. Tom Horn's alleged "confession".
Dear Family: I admonish you to remember--be good haters. John Brown
When a snake bites me, I don't go a-hunting for that particular snake. I kill the first snake I come to. Kickapoo Ranger bully-boy, Bloody Kansas.
Profanity--I will not tolerate it. It is not only wrong it is foolish. If there is a God what is the use of taking his name in vain? And if there is not, why ask his curse on anything? John Brown
Near the ruins of Ft. Crèvecoeur deep in the wilderness of the New World, upon which a French deserter had printed: NOUS SOMMES TOUS SAUVAGES. Evan S. Connell, Son of the Morning Star
To hell with that--it's my boy, and I'll ride a rotten rail to hell before I give him up. Percy Dunbar
He hated her. No! He loved her. No! He did not sense where he stood in relation stood in relation to Temperance Moon. Langston Turtle
If Davis had cared more for the common folk and the land and less for the preservation of philosophic principles.
The slavery of ignorance is as wicked as any other kind. Brett Hazard
Free soil, free men, free speech, Free-mont and victory. John Charles Fremont campaign slogan for the 1856 presidential election.
Another question I heard during the writing [of North and South]--this one, too, occasionally put forth with a distinct edge—was this: “And which side do you take?” I never answered because I always found it the wrong question. I could see only one worthy “side”--the side of those who suffered. John Jakes
So Janie told him, “Ah'm just as stiff as you is stout. If you can stand not to chop and tote wood Ah reckon you can stand not to git no dinner. 'Scuse mah freezolity, Mist' Killicks, but Ah don't mean to chop de first chip”--Janie Killick
Dat's all right, Pheoby, tell 'em . . . that love ain't something lak uh grindstone dat's de same thing everywhere and do the same thing tuh everything it touch. Love is lak de sea. It's uh movin' thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from de shore it meets, and it's different with every shore.--Janie Woods
A single company of regulars could whip a thousand Indians. A full regiment could whip the entire array of hostile tribes. With eighty men I could ride through the Sioux nation. William J. Fetterman
Henceforth and for yonder time—let all men know this here pilgrim . . . no longer be called Titus Bass, greenhorn . . but from now on be the free trapper we gonna know as--Scratch. Silas Cooper
That's right . . .. A man what opens himself up to hearing the real world all around him—then that's the man what can see right on into the world of spirits and hoo-doos by looking through that ol' crack in the sky. William Shirley Williams.
Up this high, up here where that sky is so clear . . . where the sky is so damned close—if a man listens just right, Hanna,--why, he might well hear angels sing. Titus Bass.
I couldn't have made up this remarkably intricate and tragic story if I'd tried. I simply don't consider myself that good a writer. Terry C. Johnston
History has plenty of heroes—every one of them dead. Terry C. Johnston
My dog, Orson, like many of his breed, had his own agenda, which bore little resemblance to mine. Jon Katz
Dogs are born knowing exactly what they want to do: eat, scratch, roll in disgusting stuff, sniff, and squabble with other dogs, roam, sleep, have sex. Little of this is what we want them to do, of course. We ask them to sit, stay, smell pleasant, practice abstinence, and be accommodating. Jon Katz
Out here, Nate, . . . this frontier that ain’t no more—a man what comes here finds that there’s always a struggle between the purest good and the purest evil. Not like nothing there back east. Maybe it has to do with all the open space. Where time and place, good and evil, all tumbled up over and over on one another. Jonas Hooks
Hello from the children of the planet earth. Nick Sagan
1835 . . . gone were the days of easy beaver. Titus Bass
Ben looks at the hands and shivers. . . The fingers of the right hand, each one with a blue letter beneath the gray evil skin—L-O-V-E. And the fingers of the left hand done the same way only now the letters spell out—H-A-T-E. What kind of man? What kind of preacher? Ben Harper
Thus, with a pocket full of holes, a head full of dreams, and an ignorance beyond my years, I boarded a bus for the induction center. Audie Murphy
Editors: "They think they think, and thus thinkless creatures are the arbitrators of the lives of the few who really think”. Martin Eden
You see, Judge, . . . by some henidical process - henidical, by the way is a favorite word of mine which nobody understands - by some henidical process you persuade yourself that you believe in the competitive system and the survival of the strong, and at the same time you indorse with might and main all sorts of measures to shear the strength from the strong. Martin Eden
We were never long without some kind of excitement or another at Tsavo. John Henry Patterson
. . . Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to the sea. Swinburne
Some sorts of truth are truer than others. Some sorts of truth are lies, and these sorts are the very ones that have the greatest use-value to life that desires to realize and live. Jack London
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war. Wm Shakespeare. Julius Caesar.
The world is a muddy place and if good men don’t try to clean it up, bad men will make it into a swamp. Texas Ranger Otto Macnab.
I saw a normal mix of human paradoxes. I saw an ordinary man who was far from ordinary. I saw a contented malcontent. I saw a highly imperfect organism. . . . Colin Fletcher
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