"I see no enemy to a fortunate issue but in the brow; and that brow professes to say,- "I can live alone，if self-respect and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me，which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld，or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give." The forehead declares，"Reason sits firm and holds the reins，and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously，like true heathens，as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every argument，and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind，earthquake-shock，and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience."

"Well said，forehead; your declaration shall be respected. I have formed my plans- right plans I deem them- and in them I have attended to the claims of conscience，the counsels of reason. I know how soon youth would fade and bloom perish，if，in the cup of bliss offered，but one dreg of shame，or one flavour of remorse were detected; and I do not want sacrifice，sorrow，dissolution- such is not my taste. I wish to foster，not to blight- to earn gratitude，not to wring tears of blood- no，nor of brine: my harvest must be in smiles，in endearments，in sweet- That will do. I think I rave in a kind of exquisite delirium. I should wish now to protract this moment ad infinitum; but I dare not. So far I have governed myself thoroughly. I have acted as I inwardly swore I would act; but further might try me beyond my strength. Rise，Miss Eyre: leave me;

"the play is played out.""