Threatened men live long.

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

Is the sea drying up? It is going up into mist and coming down on us in this water spout, the rain. It raineth every day, and the weather represents …

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate... Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dea…

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

Richmond has fallen - and I have no heart to write about it... They are too many for us. Everything lost in Richmond, even our archives. Blue-black i…

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

There is no slave, after all, like a wife...Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are sl…

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

Brutal men with unlimited power are the same all over the world

- Mary Boykin Chesnut

Women--wives and mothers--are the same everywhere.

- Mary Boykin Chesnut