Strange that grief should now almost choke me, because another human being's eye has failed to greet mine. - Charlotte Brontë

Old maids like the houseless and unemployed poor, should not ask for a place and an occupation in the world: the demand disturbs the happy and the rich.

His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.

What is this Hebrew Christ? To me unknown,
His lineage—doctrine—mission—yet how clear,
Is God-like goodness, in his actions shewn!
How straight and stainless is his life's career! The ray of Deity that rests on him,
In my eyes makes Olympian glory dim.