By Charlotte Brontë, 1857 Beautiful as Pauline Borghese, she looked at the moment scarcely purer than Lucrece de Borgia William...

By Charlotte Brontë, unfinished at her death, 1855 “Don't you play, little girl?” “No, sir.” “No! Why not? Do you think yourself better...

By Charlotte Brontë, 1847, You must be on your guard against her; you must shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her...

By Charlotte Brontë, 1849 It was strange, it was unsual. What was strange must be wrong; what was unusual must be improper. Shirley was...