Human beings must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
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.
The man of regular life and rational mind never despairs.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed.
The word book acted as a transient stimulus
It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquility: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.