The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted.

Youth has its romance, and maturity its wisdom, as morning and spring have their freshness, noon and summer their power, night and winter their repose. Each attribute is good in its own season.

I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here.

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.

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

I am always easy of belief when the creed pleases me.