But I tell you - and mark my words - you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current.

Nervous alarms should always be communicated, that they may be dissipated.

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow firm there, firm as weeds among stones.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.

Propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means.

To the dear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break... I am ever tender and true.