Southerners Can Never Resist A Losing Cause.

I Wonder If Anyone But Me Realizes What Goes On In That Head Back Of Your Deceptively Sweet Face.

Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come Back Or, Before God, I Won’t Go. I’ll Stay Around Here And Play A Guitar Under Your Window Every Night And Sing At The Top Of My Voice And Compromise You, So You’ll Have To Marry Me To Save Your Reputation.

Burdens Are For Shoulders Strong Enough To Carry Them.

The Old Guard Dies But It Never Surrenders.

How Closely Women Clutch The Very Chains That Bind Them!