Earnsha was not to be civilized with a wish, and my young lady was no philosopher, and no paragon of patience; but both their minds tending to the same point - one loving and desiring to esteem, and the other loving and desiring to be esteemed - they contrived in the end to reach it.

If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

He'll love and hate equally under cover, and esteem it a species of impertinence to loved or hated again.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

A good heart will help you to a bonny face, my lad and a bad one will turn the bonniest into something worse than ugly.

Thoughts are tyrants that return again and again to torment us.