I'm sorry I didn't go to jail for six months, then I know you could come to see me anytime you wanted to.
They're not shooting me for deserting the United Stated Army - thousands of guys have done that. They're shooting me for bread I stole when I was 12 years old.
I've made up my mind. I'll take my court martial.
The only luck I had in my life was when I married you. I knew it wouldn't last because I was too happy. I knew they would not let me be happy.
Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.
By the time we reached Virginia City I was considered a remarkable good shot and a fearless rider for a girl of my age.
One is never more on trial than in the moment of excessive good fortune.
Beauty is altogether in the eye of the beholder.
My command, less than ten thousand, had found the battle on the Plank road in retreat, little less than a panic. In a few hours we changed defeat to victory, the broken divisions of the Third Corps rallying in their rear.
When we know as much about people as hog specialists know about hogs, we'll be better off.