Let Your Performance Do The Thinking.

Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

Die Without Me If You Will. Live For Me If You Dare.

You, Jane, I Must Have You For My Own--entirely My Own.

That A Greater Fool Than Jane Eyre Had Never Breathed The Breath Of Life; That A More Fantastic Idiot Had Never Surfeited Herself On Sweet Lies, And Swallowed Poison As If It Were Nectar.

Feeling Without Judgement Is A Washy Draught Indeed; But Judgement Untempered By Feeling Is Too Bitter And Husky A Morsel For Human Deglutition.