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

Threatened men live long.

- 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

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

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

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