My Book Had A Universal Theme. It's

It's Better To Be Silent Than To Be A Fool.

Prejudice, A Dirty Word, And Faith, A Clean One, Have Something In Common: They Both Begin Where Reason Ends.

In Maycomb, If One Went For A Walk With No Definite Purpose In Mind, It Was Correct To Believe One's Mind Incapable Of Definite Purpose.

They're Real Strong Magic, They Make You Have Good Luck. Not Like Fried Chicken When You're Not Lookin' For It, But Things Like Long Life N' Good Health, N' Passin' Six Weeks Tests...these Are Real Valuable To Somebody.

I Could Think Of Nothing Else To Say To Her. In Fact I Could Never Think Of Anything To Say To Her, And I Sat Thinking Of Past Painful Conversations Between Us: How Are You, Jean Louise? Fine, Thank You Ma'am, How Are You? Very Well, Thank You; What Have You Been Doing With Yourself? Nothin'. Don't You Do Anything? Nome. Certainly You Have Friends? Yessum. Well What Do You All Do? Nothin'.