Up The Two Terrace Flights

It Would Have Been Cruel In Miss Havisham, Horribly Cruel, To Practise On The Susceptibility Of A Poor Boy, And To Torture Me Through All These Years With A Vain Hope And An Idle Pursuit, If She Had Reflected On The Gravity Of What She Did. But I Think She Did Not. I Think That In The Endurance Of Her Own Trial, She Forgot Mine, Estella.

All Other Swindlers Upon Earth Are Nothing To The Self-swindlers, And With Such Pretences Did I Cheat Myself.

There Is No Substitute For Thoroughgoing, Ardent, And Sincere Earnestness.

Drive Him Fast To His Tomb. This, From Jacques.

You Are In Every Line I Have Ever Read.