Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. – George Eliot
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress. – George Eliot
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. – George Eliot
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress. – George Eliot
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them. – George Eliot
Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths? – George Eliot