My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something: trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an act… - Charlotte Brontë

Make my happiness — I will make yours.

I hold another creed, which no one ever taught me, and which I seldom mention, but in which I delight, and to which I cling, for it extends hope to all; it makes eternity a rest - a mighty home, not a terror and an abyss. Besides, with this creed, I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last; with this creed, revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low. I live in calm, looking to the end.

Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.