My husband can negotiate with Europe for hours, but somehow one polite letter and suddenly the mail is a national crisis. by Abigail Adams

Thomas, you act above it all, but you read every insult like it's fresh gossip.

I refuse to be bullied by either of you in my own century.

I was serving the republic, Abigail. The republic requires time, patience, and occasionally a stern face.

John objects to everything except being right in the most exhausting way possible.

John calls it service whenever he can turn a simple reply into a historical event.