For I Too Liked Reading, Thought Of

I Care For Myself. The More Solitary, The More Friendless, The More Unsustained I Am, The More I Will Respect Myself.

It Would Not Be Wicked To Love Me." "it Would To Obey You.

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

Oh Madam, When You Put Bread And Cheese, Instead Of Burnt Porridge, Into These Children's Mouths, You May Indeed Feed Their Vile Bodies, But You Little Think How You Starve Their Immortal Souls!

I Have Not Broken Your Heart - You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine.