I'm not going to act the lady among you, for fear I should starve . - Emily Brontë

I'd be glad of a retaliation that wouldn't recoil on myself; but treachery and violence are spears pointed at both ends: they wound those who resort to them, worse than their enemies.

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.

Though earth and man were gone,
And suns and universes ceased to be,
And Thou wert left alone,
Every existence would exist in Thee.