I Will Think About That Tomorrow!

All Really Nice Girls Wonder When Men Don't Try To Kiss Them. They Know They Shouldn't Want Them To And They Know They Must Act Insulted If They Do, But Just The Same, They Wish The Men Would Try.

I Want Peace. I Want To See If Somewhere There Isn't Something Left In Life Of Charm And Grace.

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!

Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

There'll Always Be Wars Because Men Love Wars. Women Don't, But Men Do.