Whatever She Says To You, It’s Your

A Mob's Always Made Up Of People, No Matter What. Mr. Cunningham Was Part Of A Mob Last Night, But He Was Still A Man. Every Mob In Every Little Southern Town Is Always Made Up Of People You Know--doesn't Say Much For Them, Does It?

Again, As I Had Often Met It In My Own Church, I Was Confronted With The Impurity Of Women Doctrine That Seemed To Preoccupy All Clergymen.

Maycomb Was A Tired Old Town, Even In 1932 When I First Knew It. Somehow, It Was Hotter Then. Men's Stiff Collars Wilted By Nine In The Morning. Ladies Bathed Before Noon After Their Three O'clock Naps, And By Nightfall Were Like Soft Teacakes With Frosting From Sweating And Sweet Talcum. The Day Was Twenty-four Hours Long, But It Seemed Longer. There's No Hurry, For There's Nowhere To Go And Nothing To Buy... And No Money To Buy It With.

Never, Never, Never On Cross-examination Ask A Witness A Question You Don't Already Know The Answer To, Was A Tenet I Absorbed With My Baby Food. Do It, And You'll Often Get An Answer You Don't Want.

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