Charlotte Bronte

Give him enough rope and he will hang himself.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

Cheerfulness, it would appear, is a matter which depends fully as much on the state of things within, as on the state of things without and around us.

The world is put back by the death of every one who has to sacrifice the development of his or her peculiar gifts to conventionality.

To set up as a standard of public morality a notion which can neither be defined nor conceived is to open the door to every kind of tyranny.