"If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results."
"Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main."
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Source: Charlotte Bronte, Emily Bronte, Anne Bronte (2014). “Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell”, p.212, The Floating Press
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