[i]n His Presence I Thoroughly Lived.

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Gazer.

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

Reserved People Often Really Need The Frank Discussion Of Their Sentiments And Griefs More Than The Expansive.

In Sunshine, In Prosperity, The Flowers Are Very Well; But How Many Wet Days Are There In Life—november Seasons Of Disaster, When A Man's Hearth And Home Would Be Cold Indeed, Without The Clear, Cheering Gleam Of Intellect.

You, Jane, I Must Have You For My Own--entirely My Own.