p16 (Editor's preface, Charlotte Bronte as Currer Bell): "... we should say he was child neither of Lascar nor gipsy, but a man's shape animated by demon life - a Ghoul - an Afreet. ... the writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely wills and works for itself."
p146-7: "His young and fair features were almost as deathlike as those of the form beside him, and almost as fixed: but his was the hush of exhausted anguish, and hers of perfect peace. ... I see a repose that neitther earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fullness. ... Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, sir? I'd give a great deal to know."
p156: "The world is surely not worth living in now, is it?"
p241: "I dreamt I was sleeping the last sleep by that sleeper, with my heart stopped and my cheek frozen against hers."
p276: "I tell you I have nearly attained my heaven, unless a change takes place before you die ... the dead are not annihilated!"
p279: "They are afraid of nothing ... I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth."