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

I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.

The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.

I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

Oh madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children's mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!

For those who are not hungry, it is easy to palaver about the degradation of charity.

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.