But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!

But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience?

Of late years an abundant shower of curates has fallen upon the North of England.

I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre

But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!

I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?

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.