The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don't turn against him, they crush those beneath them.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my existence!

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

You have been compelled to cultivate your reflective faculties, for want of occasions for frittering your life away in silly trifles.

I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light— When I am not and none beside— Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky— But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and hare-bells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.