What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.

What have I to do with millions [of people]? The eighty I know despise me.

Am I hideous, Jane? Very, sir: you always were, you know.

I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine.

I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world.

If you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.

They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss; but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.