“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“I lingered round them, under the benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells; listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. (Wuthering Heights)”

“Take my books away, and I should be desperate!”

“Take my books away, and I should be desperate!”