Margaret Mitchell

War and marriage and childbirth had passed over her without touching any deep chord within her and she was unchanged.

Do I understand, sir, that you mean the Cause for which our heroes have died is not sacred?'If you were run over by a railroad train your death wouldn__ sanctify the railroad company, would it?' asked Rhett and his voice sounded as if he were humbly seeking information.

All wars are sacred,_ he said. __o those who have to fight them. If the people who started wars didn__ make them sacred, who would be foolish enough to fight? But, 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. But so few people ever realize it. Their ears are too full of bugles and drums and the fine words from stay-at-home orators. Sometimes the rallying cry is __ave the Tomb of Christ from the Heathen!_ Sometimes it__ __own with Popery!_ and sometimes __iberty!_ and sometimes __otton, Slavery and States_ Rights!

Death, taxes and childbirth! There's never any convenient time for any of them.

There__l always be wars because men love wars. Women don__, but men do..

Melly is the only woman friend I ever had,_ she thought forlornly, __he only woman except Mother who really loved me. She__ like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts.

These three ladies disliked and distrusted one another as heartily as the First Triumvirate of Rome, and their close alliance was probably for the same reason.

Her burdens were her own and burdens were for shoulders strong enough to bear them.

Scarlett, I don't know just when it was that the bleak realization came over me that my own private shadow show was over. Perhaps in the first five minutes at Bull Run when I saw the first man I killed drop to the ground. But I knew it was over and I could no longer be a spectator. No, I suddenly found myself on the curtain, an actor, posturing and making futile gestures. My little inner world was gone, invaded by people whose thoughts were not my thoughts, whose actions were as alien as a Hottentot's. They'd tramped through my world with slimy feet and there was no place left where I could take refuge when things became too bad to stand. When I was in prison, I thought: When the war is over, I can go back to the old life and the old dreams and watch the shadow show again. But, Scarlett, there's no going back. And this which is facing all of us now is worse than war and worse than prison__nd, to me, worse than death.... So, you see, Scarlett, I'm being punished for being afraid.

A new baby! Why, Scarlett, this is a surprise!_ he laughed, leaning down to push the blanket away from Ella Lorena's small ugly face." - Rhett Butler

So you__l have to wait for approval from your grandchildren._ __ wonder what our grandchildren will be like!_ __re you suggesting by that __ur_ that you and I will have mutual grandchildren? Fie, Mrs. Kennedy!

So I have. Let me hold the baby, Scarlett. Oh, I know how to hold babies. I have many strange accomplishments. Well, he certainly looks like Frank. All except the whiskers, but give him time.___ hope not. It__ a girl.

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.

Life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman's lot. It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words. Men were rude and outspoken, women were always kind, gracious and forgiving.

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

It was better to know the worst than to wonder.

Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.

Until you've lost your reputation you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.