What Is There To See

She Hasn't Your Strength. She's Never Had Any Strength. She's Never Had Anything But Heart.

And If We Folks Have A Motto, It's This: 'don't Holler - Smile And Bide Your Time.' We've Survived A Passel Of Things That Way, Smiling And Biding Our Time, And We've Gotten To Be Experts At Surviving.

The Green Eyes In The Carefully Sweet Face Were Turbulent, Willful, Lusty With Life, Distinctly At Variance With Her Decorous Demeanor. Her Manners Had Been Imposed Upon Her ... Her Eyes Were Her Own.

I'll Think Of It Tomorrow, At Tara. I Can Stand It Then. Tomorrow, I'll Think Of Some Way To Get Him Back. After All, Tomorrow Is Another Day.

Now You Are Beginning To Think For Yourself Instead Of Letting Others Think For You. That’s The Beginning Of Wisdom.