The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter.

I Was Like A Cat Always Climbing The Wrong Tree.

The Human Heart Is A Lonely Hunter-but The Search For Us Southerners Is More Anguished.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.

People, Unless They Are Nilly-willy Or Very Sick, Cannot Be Taken Into The Hands And Be Changed Overnight Into Somthing More Worth-while And Profitable.

I Think We Look For The Differences In People Because It Makes Us Less Lonely.