The victor forgives easily, the vanquished cannot forget.

His imagination was active and vivid, often attaining truths that logic and reason do not reach, and he could understand what had happened at the house, where the ordinary mind would have been left wondering.
It is likely also that the sergeant had a perception of it, though not as sharp and clear as Dick's.
"When the war is over and the soldiers all go back, that is them that's livin'," he said, "it won't be them that fought that'll keep the grudge.
It's the women who've lost their own that'll hate longest." "I think what you say is true, Whitley," said Dick, "but let's not talk about it any more.

It hurts." "Me too," said the sergeant.

"But don't you like this country that we're ridin' through, Mr.Mason ?" "Yes, it's fine, but most of it has been cropped too hard.

I remember reading somewhere that George Washington himself said, away back in the last century, that slave labor, so careless and reckless, was ruining the soil of Virginia." "Likely that's true, sir, but it won't have much chance to keep on ruinin' it.