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But Life Is A Battle: May We All Be Enabled To Fight It Well!

Life Is So Constructed, That The Event Does Not, Cannot, Will Not, Match The Expectation.

Peril, Loneliness, An Uncertain Future, Are Not Oppressive Evils, So Long As The Frame Is Healthy And The Faculties Are Employed; So Long, Especially, As Liberty Lends Us Her Wings, And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.

Who Has Words At The Right Moment?

'my Bride Is Here,' Rochester Said , Again Drawing Me To Him, 'because My Equal Is Here, And My Likeness. Jane, Will You Marry Me?'