In secret pleasure — secret tears This changeful life has slipped away

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.

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

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

We must be for ourselves in the long run; the mild and generous are only more justly selfish than the domineering.

The Lord help us!' he soliloquised in an undertone of peevish displeasure, while relieving me of my horse: looking, meantime, in my face so sourly that I charitably conjectured he must have need of divine aid to digest his dinner, and his pious ejaculation had no reference to my unexpected advent.