But Sometimes We Have To Make The

Until I Feared I Would Lose It, I Never Loved To Read. One Does Not Love Breathing.

Somewhere, I Had Received The Impression That Fine Folks Were People Who Did The Best They Could With The Sense They Had, But Aunt Alexandra Was Of The Opinion, Obliquely Expressed, That The Longer A Family Had Been Squatting On One Patch Of Land The Finer It Was.

Long Ago, In A Burst Of Friendliness, Aunty And Uncle Jimmy Produced A Son Named Henry.

There's Just Some Kind Of Men You Have To Shoot Before You Can Say Hidy To 'em. Even Then, They Ain't Worth The Bullet It Takes To Shoot 'em.

You Can't Really Get To Know A Person Until You Get In Their Shoes And Walk Around In Them.