Land is the only thing in the world worth working for, worth fighting for, worth dying for, because it’s the only thing that lasts.
You’re like the thief who isn’t the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he’s going to jail.[to Scarlett]
It’ll come to you, this love of the land. There’s no getting away from it if you’re Irish.[to Scarlett]
Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.[to Scarlett]