men are so conceited they’ll believe anything that flatters them

She couldn't survey the wreck of the world with an air of casual unconcern.

I'm tired of saying "How wonderful you are!" to fool men, who haven't got one half sense I've got.

The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.

I will think about that tomorrow!

I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace.

Did you ever hear the Oriental proverb, "The dogs bark but the caravan passes on"? Let them bark, Scarlett. I fear nothing will stop your caravan.