I Feel Monotony And Death To Be

I Mean That I Value Vision, And Dread Being Struck Stone Blind.

The Practice Of Hinting By Single Letters Those Expletives With Which Profane And Violent Persons Are Wont To Garnish Their Discourse, Strikes Me As A Proceeding Which, However, Well Meant, Is Weak And Futile. I Cannot Tell What Good It Does - What Feeling It Spares - What Horror It Conceals.

Thank You, Mr. Rochester, For Your Great Kindness. I Am Strangely Glad To Get Back Again To You: And Wherever You Are Is My Home—my Only Home.

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

You Are Human And Fallible.