hold your head high and keep those fists down - Atticus Finch

Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good-luck pennies, and our lives.

I'm no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and in the jury system -- that is no ideal to me, it is a living, working reality. Gentlemen, a court is no better than each man of you sitting before me on this jury. A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up.

That proves something- that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human.

Serving on a jury forces a man to make up his mind and declare himself about something. Men don't like to do that. Sometimes it's unpleasant.

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

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow.