Things Are Always Better In The Morning.

Let The Dead Bury The Dead.

Calpurnia Evidently Remembered A Rainy Sunday When We Were Both Fatherless And Teacherless. Let To Its Own Devices, The Class Tied Eunice Ann Simpson To A Chair And Placed Her In The Furnace Room. We Forgot Her, Trooped Upstairs To Church, And Were Listening Quietly To The Sermon When A Dreadful Banging Issued From The Radiator Pipes, Persisting Until Someone Investigated And Brought Forth Eunice Ann Saying She Didn't Want To Play Shadrach Any More - Jem Finch Said She Wouldn't Get Burnt If She Had Enough Faith, But It Was Hot Down There.

You See They Could Never, Never Understand That I Live Like I Do Because That's The Way I Want To Live.

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

Atticus Had Said It Was The Polite Thing To Talk To People About What They Were Interested In, Not About What You Were Interested In.