When this sad war is over we will all return to our homes and feel that we can ask no higher honor than the proud consciousness that we belonged to the Army of the Potomac.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.
Work is the curse of the drinking classes.
Tell the truth work hard and come to dinner on time.
I intend to explode the myths about myself and get down to the real truth...