People Must Do What They

Suddenly She Felt Strong And Happy. She Was Not Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Fog And She Knew With A Singing In Her Heart That She Would Never Fear Them Again. No Matter What Mists Might Curl Around Her In The Future, She Knew Her Refuge. She Started Briskly Up The Street Toward Home And The Blocks Seemed Very Long. Far, Far Too Long. She Caught Up Her Skirts To Her Knees And Began To Run Lightly. But This Time She Was Not Running From Fear. She Was Running Because Rhett's Arms Were At The End Of The Street.

Supposed I Don't Want To Redeem Myself? Why Should I Fight To Uphold The System That Cast Me Out? I Shall Take Pleasure In Seeing It Smashed.

Every Problem Has Two Handles. You Can Grab It By The Handle Of Fear Or The Handle Of Hope.

You're Like The Thief Who Isn't The Least Bit Sorry He Stole, But Is Terribly, Terribly Sorry He's Going To Jail. - Rhett Butler

What Will The South Be Like Without All Our Fine Boys? What Would The South Have Been If They Had Lived?