You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.
I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.
Whatever my powers--feminine or the contrary--God had given them, and I felt resolute to be ashamed of no faculty of his bestowal.
I wished critics would judge me as an author, not as a woman.
You are afraid of me, because I talk like a sphinx.
Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a daydream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin today.