It’s well to have such a comfortable assurance regarding the worth of those we love. I only wish you may not find your confidence misplaced. - Anne Brontë

"What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self.

But I can't devote myself entirely to a child," said she; "it may die — which is not at all improbable." "But, with care, many a delicate infant has become a strong man or woman." "But it may grow so intolerably like its father that I shall hate it." "That is not likely; it is a little girl, and strongly resembles its mother.

In love affairs, there is no mediator like a merry, simple-hearted child — ever ready to cement divided hearts, to span the unfriendly gulf of custom, to melt the ice of cold reserve, and overthrow the separating walls of dread formality and pride.