If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each ot… - Harper Lee

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

“Sir?”

“ — until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.

Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon after their three o'clock naps. And by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy...and no money to buy it with.

"Atticus — -" ...said Jem bleakly. "How could they do it, how could they?"
"I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before & they did it tonight & they'll do it again & when they do it — - seems that only children weep."