National Register of Historic Places Listings in Pierce County

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    “We are constantly thinking of the great war ... which saved the Union ... but it was a war that did a great deal more than that. It created in this country what had never existed before—a national consciousness. It was not the salvation of the Union, it was the rebirth of the Union.”
    —Woodrow Wilson (1856–1924)

    “Our fear that Communism might some day take over most of the world blinds us to the fact that anti-communism already has.”
    —Anonymous U.S. Analyst In 1967. Quoted in “The Uses of Anticommunism,” vol. 21, published in The Socialist Register (1985)

    “Never is a historic deed already completed when it is done but always only when it is handed down to posterity. What we call “history” by no means represents the sum total of all significant deeds.... World history ... only comprises that tiny lighted sector which chanced to be placed in the spotlight by poetic or scholarly depictions.”
    —Stefan Zweig (18811942)

    “I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken—and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.... I wish I could care what you do or where you go, but I can’t. My dear, I don’t give a damn.”
    —Margaret Mitchell (1900–1949)

    “Now you grab me by the ankles.
    Now you work your way up the legs
    and come to pierce me at my hunger mark.”
    —Anne Sexton (1928–1974)

    “Don’t you know there are 200 temperance women in this county who control 200 votes. Why does a woman work for temperance? Because she’s tired of liftin’ that besotted mate of hers off the floor every Saturday night and puttin’ him on the sofa so he won’t catch cold. Tonight we’re for temperance. Help yourself to them cloves and chew them, chew them hard. We’re goin’ to that festival tonight smelling like a hot mince pie.”
    —Laurence Stallings (1894–1968)