I only know that I love you. That's your misfortune.

Hush," he said. "I am asking you to marry me. Would you be convinced if I knelt down?

The South produced statesmen and soldiers, planters and doctors, lawyers and poets, but certainly not engineers or mechanics. Let the Yankees adopt such low callings.

The Old Guard dies but it never surrenders.

They knew that love snatched in the face of danger and death was doubly sweet for the strange excitement that went with it.

Take my handkerchief, Scarlett. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.

Anyone as selfish and determined as you are is never helpless.