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

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.

You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this - if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world, and betake myself to new.

The word book acted as a transient stimulus

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

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