When I was going through my transition of being famous, I tried to ask God why was I here? what was my purpose? Surely, it wasn't ...just to win three gold medals. There has to be more to this life than that.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride,... Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
All this stuff you heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, tr...aditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle.... Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost--and will never lose--a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
[John] Brough's majority is "glorious to behold." It is worth a big victory in the field. It is decisive as to the disposition of ...the people to prosecute the war to the end. My regiment and brigade were both unanimous for Brough [the Union party candidate for governor of Ohio].LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Oh, Scott, for people like you and me the world can be a wonderful place. The sky's as blue as it is for the giants, the friends a...re as warm.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver,... Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Till at latest lingering of the night, indeed just as the dawn appear'd,... My comrade I wrapt in his blanket, envelop'd well his form, Folded the blanket well, tucking it carefully over head and carefully under feet, And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited, Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim, Vigil for boy of responding kisses, ( never again on earth responding,) Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd, I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket, And buried him where he fell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Vigil strange I kept on the field one night; When you my son and my comrade dropt at my side that day,... One look I but gave which your dear eyes return'd with a look I shall never forget, One touch of your hand to mine O boy, reach'd up as you lay on the ground,LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sometimes it takes years to really grasp what has happened to your life. What do you do after you are world-famous and nineteen or... twenty and you have sat with prime ministers, kings and queens, the Pope? What do you do after that? Do you go back home and take a job? What do you do to keep your sanity? You come back to the real world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »