Even For Me Life Had Its Gleams

Happiness Quite Unshared Can Scarcely Be Called Happiness; It Has No Taste.

But What Is So Headstrong As Youth? What So Blind As Inexperience?

If There Is One Notion I Hate More Than Another, It Is That Of Marriage - I Mean Marriage In The Vulgar, Weak Sense, As A Mere Matter Of Sentiment.

You Are Human And Fallible.

Mr. Rochester, I No More Assign This Fate To You Than I Grasp At It For Myself. We Were Born To Strive And Endure - You As Well As I: Do So. You Will Forget Me Before I Forget You.