Before war came, life in the South was bright, a thing to be enjoyed and passed along to succeeding generations as a blessing. People were gracious, courtesy was spontaneous. There was an indescribable spirit that could be felt but not expressed. How could an invader whose job it was to kill and destroy be expected to sense such a spirit and such a relationship especially when he was determined to find just the opposite?
-Francis W Springer, War for What?, page 121