Everybody's Mainspring Is Different. And I Want

Forgive Me For Startling You With The Impetuosity Of My Sentiments, My Dear Scarlett—i Mean, My Dear Mrs. Kennedy. It Cannot Have Escaped Your Notice That For Some Time Past The Friendship I Have Had In My Heart For You Has Ripened Into A Deeper Feeling, A Feeling More Beautiful, More Pure, More Sacred. Dare I Name It You? Ah! It Is Love Which Makes Me So Bold!

What Will The South Be Like Without All Our Fine Boys? What Would The South Have Been If They Had Lived?

The World Can Forgive Practically Anything Except People Who Mind Their Own Business.

Perhaps - I Want The Old Days Back Again And They'll Never Come Back, And I Am Haunted By The Memory Of Them And Of The World Falling About My Ears.

I'm Tempting You With Fine Gifts Until Your Girlish Ideals Are Quite Worn Away And You Are At My Mercy.