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

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

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

“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)”