The Word Book Acted As A Transient

Liberty Lends Us Her Wings And Hope Guides Us By Her Star.

The Negation Of Severe Suffering Was The Nearest Approach To Happiness I Expected To Know. Besides, I Seemed To Hold Two Lives - The Life Of Thought, And That Of Reality.

As Much Good-will May Be Conveyed In One Hearty Word As In Many.

Jane Eyre "i Desired More...than Was Within My Reach. Who Blames Me? Many Call Me Discontented. I Couldn't Help It: The Restlessness Is In My Nature; It Agitated Me To Pain Sometimes.

Mademoiselle Is A Fairy," He Said, Whispering Mysteriously.