Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!

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

Thank you, Mr. Rochester, for your great kindness. I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home—my only home.

Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.

It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and still I was alone.

Out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion amalgamation.

The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.