Well had Solomon said,'Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.

The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

But this I know; the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master--something that at times strangely wills and works for itself. He may lay down rules and devise principles, and to rules and principles it will perhaps for years lie in subjection; and then, haply without any warning of revolt, there comes a time when it will no longer consent.

I try to avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward.

Tact, if it be genuine, never sleeps.

My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.