If Life Be A War, It Seemed

I Can Be On Guard Against My Enemies, But God Deliver Me From My Friends!

You Ask Rather Too Many Questions. I Have Given You Answers Enough For The Present: Now I Want To Read.

I Tired Of The Routine Of Eight Years In One Afternoon.

Thank You, Mr. Rochester, For Your Great Kindness. I Am Strangely Glad To Get Back Again To You: And Wherever You Are Is My Home—my Only Home.

I Have Not Broken Your Heart - You Have Broken It; And In Breaking It, You Have Broken Mine.