Take My Love. One Day Share My

And With That Answer, He Left Me. I Would Much Rather He Had Knocked Me Down.

Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Gazer.

Because When She Failed, I Saw How She Might Have Succeeded. Arrows That Continually Glanced Off From Mr. Rochester's Breast And Fell Harmless At His Feet, Might, I Knew, If Shot By A Surer Hand, Have Quivered Keen In His Proud Heart - Have Called Love Into His Stern Eye, And Softness Into His Sardonic Face, Or Better Still, Without Weapons A Silent Conquest Might Have Been Won.

When His First-born Was Put Into His Arms, He Could See That The Boy Had Inherited His Own Eyes, As They Once Were - Large, Brilliant, And Black.

Life Appears To Me Too Short To Be Spent In Nursing Animosity, Or Registering Wrongs.