He who postpones the hour of living is like the rustic who waits for the river to run out before he crosses.
Horace
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- Jane Eyre
- Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong — I have as much soul as you, — and full as much heart.
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