Better To Be Without Logic

Fair As A Lily, And Not Only The Pride Of Life, But The Desire Of His Eyes

I Like Rudeness A Great Deal Better Than Flattery.

You Had No Right To Be Born; For You Make No Use Of Life. Instead Of Living For, In, And With Yourself, As A Reasonable Being Ought, You Seek Only To Fasten Your Feebleness On Some Other Person's Strength.

I Mentally Shake Hands With You For Your Answer, Despite Its Inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

My Wretched Feet, Flayed And Swollen To Lameness By The Sharp Air Of January, Began To Heal And Subside Under The Gentler Breathings Of April; The Nights And Mornings No Longer By Their Canadian Temperature Froze The Very Blood In Our Veins; We Could Now Endure The Play-hour Passed In The Garden.