Proud People Breed Sad Sorrows For Themselves.

It’s No Company At All, When People Know Nothing And Say Nothing,’ She Muttered.

I Am Now Quite Cured Of Seeking Pleasure In Society, Be It Country Or Town.

Worthless As Wither'd Weeds.

My Love For Linton Is Like The Foliage In The Woods. Time Will Changeit,i'mwellaware, Aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love For Heathcliff Resembles The Eternal Rocks Beneatha Source Of Little Visible Delight But Necessary. Nelly, I Am Heathcliff.

You're Hard To Please: So Many Friends And So Few Cares, And Can't Make Yourself Content.