I Had Never Thought About It, But

I Would Advise Anyone Who Aspires To A Writing Career That Before Developing His Talent He Would Be Wise To Develop A Thick Hide.

There Is One Way In This Country In Which All Men Are Created Equal—there Is One Human Institution That Makes A Pauper The Equal Of A Rockefeller, The Stupid Man The Equal Of An Einstein, And The Ignorant Man The Equal Of Any College President. That Institution, Gentlemen, Is The Court.

When I Pointed To Him His Palms Slipped Slightly, Leaving Greasy Sweat Streaks On The Wall, And He Hooked His Thumbs In His Belt. A Strange Spasm Shook Him, As If He Heard Fingernails Scrape Slate, But As I Gazed At Him In Wonder The Tension Slowly Drained From His Face. His Lips Parted Into A Timid Smile, And Our Neighbor’s Image Blurred With My Sudden Tears. “hey, Boo,” I Said. “mr. Arthur, Honey,” Said Atticus, Gently Correcting Me. “jean Louise, This Is Mr. Arthur Radley. I Believe He Already Knows You.

You Can Choose Your Friends, But You Sho' Can't Choose Your Family.

Yeah, That's All," Said Dill. "he'll Probably Come Out After You When He Sees You In The Yard, Then Scout'n' Me'll Jump On Him And Hold Him Down Till We Can Tell Him We Ain't Gonna Hurt Him.