LXXIII
Upon every line of Clara Barton’s life may be hung a thrilling story of perilous adventure and pathetic moving incidents.
“Clara Barton and Her Work.”
Like everything in Corsica, my education was pitiful.
Napoleon.
Greatness is nothing, if it is not lasting. Napoleon.
Impossible! That word is not in the French dictionary.
Napoleon.
Drama is the tragedy of women. Napoleon.
I have fought like a lion for the Republic and, by way of recompense, it grants me permission to die of hunger. Napoleon.
Fortune is a woman. The more she does for us the more we expect. Napoleon.
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all. Shakespeare.
The wicked flee when no man pursueth. Psalms.
The thief doth fear each bush an officer. Shakespeare.
Little sea-girt Corsica is weird, wild, soft and bewitching, strange, unique, but she had so much that one wearied of.
Clara Barton.