"I loved him very much - more than I could trust myself to say - more than words had power to express." - Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.

A beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.