Atticus, he was real nice." "Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

The book to read is not the one which thinks for you, but the one which makes you think. No book in the world equals the Bible for that.

The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets -

People generally see what they look for, and hear what they listen for.

Real courage is when you know you're licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.

He turned out the light and went into Jem's room. He would be there all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning.

Things are always better in the morning.

It's not necessary to tell all you know.

Writing is a process of self-discipline you must learn before you can call yourself a writer. There are people who write, but I think they're quite different from people who must write.

...but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

You wanted to live, " he says."You say that like it's a good thing. A virtue.""What is it really?"I think about this. "Selfish.""Wanting to live is selfish?""Yes.

You’re my friends now. We’re having soft tacos later.

The investor's chief problem - and even his worst enemy - is likely to be himself.

Jem is nothing but goodness. That he struck you last night only shows how capable you are of driving even saints to madness.

My husband used to take care of the business part of this, and after he died I found I wasn't really any good at it. I hate remembering who owes me what and bugging them if they haven't paid me.

Actually, the language in Shakespeare is wonderfully musical. You need to hear the music to connect with the words.

I was shy. I was more than shy.

I wish people who have trouble communicating would just shut up.

The victory one would gain after a whole life of work and effort is better than one that is gained sooner.

O plunge your hands in water, Plunge them in up to the wrist; Stare, stare in the basin And wonder what you've missed.