Every man’s island, Jean Louise, every man’s watchman, is his conscience. There is no such thing as a collective conscious.
You did all this chopping and work from sheer goodness, boy?
His sermon was a forthright denunciation of sin, an austere declaration of the motto on the wall behind him: he warned his flock against the evils of heady brews, gambling, and strange women. Bootleggers caused enough trouble in the Quarters, but women were worse. Again, as I had often met it in my own church, I was confronted with the Impurity of Women doctrine that seemed to preoccupy all clergymen.
Mr. Raymond said, ’... – you haven’t seen enough of this world yet. You haven’t even seen this town, but all you gotta do is step back inside the courthouse.
Because I could never ask you to mind me again. Scout, simply by the nature of the work, every lawyer gets at least one casein his lifetime that affects him personally. This one’s mine, I guess. You might hear some ugly talk about it at school, but do one thing for me if you will: you just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t let ’em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for once... it’s a good one, even if it does resist learning.
I scurried to my room and went to bed. Uncle Jack was a prince of a fellow not to let me down. But I never figured out how Atticus knew I was listening, and it was not until many years later that I realized he wanted me to hear every word he said.
You think about that,′ Miss Maudie was saying. ‘It was no accident. I was sittin’ there on the porch last night, waiting. I waited and waited to see you all come down the sidewalk and as I waited I thought. Atticus Finch won’t win, he can’t win, but he’d the only man in these parts who can keep a jury out so long in a case like that. And I thought to myself, well, we’re making a step – it’s just a baby-step, but it’s a step.
I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things. I guess he decided he wouldn’t shoot till he had to, and he had to today.” “Looks like he’d be proud of it,” I said. “People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,” said Miss Maudie.
A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling tombstones; newer ones were outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles.
She said she was going to leave this world beholden to nothing and nobody.
I know what you mean, boy... You aren’t thin-hided, it just makes you sick, doesn’t it?
Atticus said it was the polite thing to talk to people about what they were interested in, not about what you were interested in. Mr. Cunningham displayed no interest in his son, so I tackled his entailment once more in a last-ditch effort to make him feel at home.
She died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” – Atticus Finch.
Uncle Jimmy present or Uncle Jimmy absent made not much difference, he never said anything.
We could do nothing to please her. If I said as sunnily as I could, ‘Hey, Mrs Dubose,’ I would receive for an answer, ‘Don’t you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say good afternoon, Mrs Dubose!
You all know of Brother Tom Robinson’s trouble. He has been a faithful member of First Purchase since he was a boy. The collection taken up today and for the.
There was no point to say you were sorry if you weren’t.
She was never bored, and given the slightest chance she would exercise her royal prerogative: she would arrange, advise, caution, and warn.
No ma’am, I want you to say something that did happen.
It ain’t honest but it’s mighty helpful to folks... but you see they could never, never understand that I live like I do because that’s the way I want to live.
Because you’re children and you can understand it.