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John Jakes
His God, growing more familiar and companionable by the hour, was a Deity who favored the brave man who didn’t shrink from the hard action.
To many Southerners, the word Ohio meant just one thing—the state containing Oberlin College, where white and black students defied convention by studying together as equals.
how strong was friendship? Could it banish disagreement over a fundamental issue of human liberty—as if the issue and the disagreement didn’t exist?
doughface—a Yankee with sympathy for the South.
just one thing is necessary for the triumph of wicked men, and that’s for good men to do nothing.”
Some influential planters in this state are talking of pulling away from the Davis government and petitioning Great Britain to make South Carolina a protectorate.”
Slavery brings the judgment of heaven upon a country. As nations cannot be rewarded or punished in the next world, they must be in this: GEORGE MASON OF VIRGINIA 1787
In the North, free workers were speeding into a prosperous future to the hum of machines, not dragging a load of rusty methods and ideologies as heavy as wrist cuffs and leg manacles, and fully as hampering.
About twenty-two millions lived in the North. There, too, you found most of the old Union’s industrial plants, rail trackage, telegraphic lines, mineral and monetary wealth. The eleven states of the Confederacy had a population of something like nine million; a third of those, slaves, would never be of use to the war effort except in menial ways.
Leathery incense swirled from shelves without so much as an inch of empty space. Jane felt herself to be in a cathedral. She continued to stand silently, like a petitioner. Then she tilted her head back and raised her gaze to the books, all the books, while a radiance broke over her face.
“In Washington? It’s a morass of chicanery, stupidity, witless paper shuffling—but self-preservation has been raised to a high art. A few faces may change, nothing more.”
knowledge was a stronger defense against the world’s wickedness than was ignorance.
Charles mounted, and scratched the inside of his left leg. His case of camp itch was worsening. At least the rash wasn’t as bad as the clap that several scouts had caught from camp followers who dignified themselves with the title laundress.
In this life, we are called to use our talents responsibly.”
“There are no ordained results in this world, I’ve discovered. The trying is what counts most.”

