I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal--as we are!

Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.

As far as my experience of matrimony goes -- I think it tends to draw you out of, and away from yourself.

All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it.

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.