Everyone Else Is Just Cocktails.

What You Want To Ignite In Others Must First Burn Inside Yourself.

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

Of Late Years An Abundant Shower Of Curates Has Fallen Upon The North Of England.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

I Have For The First Time Found What I Can Truly Love–i Have Found You. You Are My Sympathy–my Better Self–my Good Angel–i Am Bound To You With A Strong Attachment. I Think You Good, Gifted, Lovely: A Fervent, A Solemn Passion Is Conceived In My Heart; It Leans To You, Draws You To My Centre And Spring Of Life, Wrap My Existence About You–and, Kindling In Pure, Powerful Flame, Fuses You And Me In One.