I always said that if I could just find a guy who could chop wood and had a nice smile it wouldn't bother me if he was a thug or an aristocrat as long as he was a good guy. And I've ended up with an educated thug.
Blanche talks about aging and why should she be considered poor because physical beauty is transitory and fading and she has such richness of the soul. I think that speech is so beautiful and so telling and so true.
