Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only prayer That moves my lips for me Is, 'Leave the heart that now I bear, And give me liberty!' Yes, as my swift days near their goal, 'Tis all that I implore - In life and death, a chainless soul, With courage to endure.
Emily BronteA person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.
Emily BronteThe tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.
Emily Bronte