I never met your likeness. Jane: you please me, and you master me - you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart. I am influenced - conquered; and the influence is sweeter than I can express; and the conquest I undergo has a witchery beyond any triumph _I_ can win.

To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself.

The idea of seeing the sea - of being near it - watching its changes by sunrise, sunset, moonlight, and noonday - in calm, perhaps in storm - fills and satisfies my mind.

It would not be wicked to love me." "It would to obey you.

Friendship however is a plant which cannot be forced -- true friendship is no gourd spring up in a night and withering in a day.

I have no wish to talk nonsense." "If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.