Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win.

It's not necessary to tell all you know.

You can't really get to know a person until you get in their shoes and walk around in them.

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

Jem gave a reasonable description of Boo: Boo was about six-and-a-half feet tall, judging from his tracks; he dined on raw squirrels and any cats he could catch, that's why his hands were bloodstained - if you ate animal raw, you could never wash the blood off. There was a long jagged scar that ran across his face; what teeth he had were yellow and rotten; his eyes popped, and he drooled most of the time.

I came to the conclusion that people were just peculiar, I withdrew from them, and never thought about them until I was forced to.

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 other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand something. I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time. It's because he wants to stay inside.