[yankees] Are Pretty Much Like Southerners Except

I'm Tired Of Saying, "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men Who Haven't Got One-half The Sense I've Got, And I'm Tired Of Pretending I Don't Know Anything, So Men Can Tell Me Things And Feel Important While They're Doing It.

I Don't See How It Could Possibly Be Made Into A Movie Unless The Entire Book Was Scrapped And Shirley Temple Cast As 'bonnie,' Mae West As 'belle,' And Stepin Fetchit As 'uncle Peter.'

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.

Scarlett's Mind Went Back Through The Years To The Still Hot Noon At Tara When Grey Smoke Curled Above A Blue-clad Body And Melanie Stood At The Top Of The Stairs With Charles' Sabre In Her Hand. Scarlett Remembered That She Had Thought At The Time: 'how Silly! Melly Couldn't Even Heft That Sword!' But Now She Knew That Had The Necessity Arisen, Melanie Would Have Charged Down Those Stairs And Killed The Yankee - Or Been Killed Herself.

No Matter What Rallying Cries The Orators Give To The Idiots Who Fight, No Matter What Noble Purposes They Assign To Wars, There Is Never But One Reason For A War. And That Is Money. All Wars Are In Reality Money Squabbles.