The South Produced Statesmen And Soldiers, Planters

Did You Ever Hear The Oriental Proverb, "the Dogs Bark But The Caravan Passes On"? Let Them Bark, Scarlett. I Fear Nothing Will Stop Your Caravan.

Somehow The Bright Beauty Had Gone From April Afternoon And From Her Heart As Well And The Sad Sweetness Of Remembering Was As Bitter As Gall.

I Was Right When I Said I'd Never Look Back. It Hurts Too Much, It Drags At Your Heart Till You Can't Ever Do Anything Else Except Look Back.

Everywhere, Women Gathered In Knots, Huddled In Groups On Front Porches, On Sidewalks, Even In The Middle Of The Streets, Telling Each Other That No News Is Good News, Trying To Comfort Each Other, Trying To Present A Brave Appearance.

In A Weak Moment, I Have Written A Book.