"My sister Emily loved the moors. Flowers brighter than the rose bloomed in the blackest of the heath for her; out of a sullen hollow in a livid hill-side her mind could make an Eden. She found in the bleak solitude many and dear delights; and not the least and best loved was — liberty. Liberty was the breath of Emily’s nostrils; without it, she perished." Charlotte Brontë (1816-1855), from the preface to the Collected Poems, 1850 #nature,#liberty,#booknotes