Riches I hold in light esteem, And love I laugh to scorn, And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn. And if I pray, the only pray… - Emily Brontë

Yes, as my swift days near their goal
'Tis all that I implore
In life and death a chainless soul
With courage to endure

I have lost the faculty of enjoying their destruction, and I am too idle to destroy for nothing.

Yet I was a fool to fancy for a moment that she valued Edgar Linton's attachment more than mine — If he love with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years, as I could in a day. And Catherine has a heart as deep as I have; the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough, as her whole affection be monopolized by him — Tush! He is scarcely a degree dearer to her than her dog, or her horse — It is not in him to be loved like me, how can she love in him what he has not?

I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death... . I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter — the Eternity they have entered — where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.