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.

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort.

Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last.

Conventionality is not morality.

Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.

If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!

I would always rather be happy than dignified.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

It is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself, than to commit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you.

And it is you, spirit--with will and energy, and virtue and purity--that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.

Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear.

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

The past is far behind. If you still want to look at it, you will painfully stretch your neck muscles. Don't live in the past, leave the past, but learn from it.

Perfection in art is a crime against humanity. Perfect humanity in crime is art

Sometimes something happens and you find that all the people you knew are like nothing and someone you never saw before will reach out a hand to help.

One hair of a woman can draw more than a hundred pair of oxen.

Ultimately, we have to have the wall on the border. If we don't have the wall, we are doing nothing.

Only love has clear vision. Hatred has cloudy vision. When we hate we know not what we do.

I lasted one night. They said my playing spoiled people's appetites.

The merit claimed for the Anglican Church is that, if you let it alone, it will let you alone.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.