Writers cannot choose their own mood: with them it is not always hide-tide, nor --thank Heaven!--always Storm.

To talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.

I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitments, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into it's expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst it's perils.

Men, in general, are a sort of scum, very different to anything of which you have an idea.

I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy." Mr. Rochester

It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you.

You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.