Miss Jean Louise, Stand Up. Your Father's

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

Now That I Was Compelled To Think About It, Reading Was Something That Just Came To Me, As Learning To Fasten The Seat Of My Union Suit Without Looking Around, Or Achieving Two Bows From A Snarl Of Shoelaces.

Don’t Talk Like That, Dill,” Said Aunt Alexandra. “it’s Not Becoming To A Child. It’s – Cynical.” “i Ain’t Cynical, Miss Alexandra. Tellin’ The Truth’s Not Cynical, Is It?” “the Way You Tell It, It Is.

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.

But Sometimes We Have To Make The Best Of Things, And The Way We Conduct Ourselves When The Chips Are Down.