Thank You, Mr. Rochester, For Your Great

His Mind Was Indeed My Library, And Whenever It Was Opened To Me, I Entered Bliss.

Adversity Is A Good School.

I Believe She Thought I Had Forgotten My Station; And Yours, Sir.' 'station! Station!-- Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You, Now Or Hereafter.

I Believe That Creature Is A Changeling: She Is A Perfect Cabinet Of Oddities.

All My Heart Is Yours, Sir: It Belongs To You; And With You It Would Remain, Were Fate To Exile The Rest Of Me From Your Presence Forever.