You Rarely Win, But Sometimes

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

Way Back About Nineteen-twenty There Was A Klan... The Ku Klux's Gone... It'll Never Come Back.

But Sometimes We Have To Make The Best Of Things, And The Way We Conduct Ourselves When The Chips Are Down.

Serving On A Jury Forces A Man To Make Up His Mind And Declare Himself About Something. Men Don't Like To Do That. Sometimes It's Unpleasant.

You Know, Many Writers Really Don't Like To Write. I Think This The Chief Complaint Of So Many. They Hate To Write; They Do It Under The Compulsion That Makes Any Artist The Victim He Is, But They Loathe The Process Of Sitting Down Trying To Turn Thoughts Into Reasonable Sentences.