You Have Rather The Look Of Another

I Would Always Rather Be Happy Than Dignified.

If He Does Go, The Change Will Be Doleful. Suppose He Should Be Absent Spring, Summer, And Autumn: How Joyless Sunshine And Fine Days Will Seem!

I Was Glad Of It: I Never Liked Long Walks, Especially On Chilly Afternoons: Dreadful To Me Was The Coming Home In The Raw Twilight, With Nipped Fingers And Toes, And A Heart Saddened By The Chidings Of Bessie, The Nurse, And Humbled By The Consciousness Of My Physical Inferiority To Eliza, John, And Georgiana Reed.

Men Judge Us By The Success Of Our Efforts. God Looks At The Efforts Themselves.

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.