Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. – George Eliot
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment. – George Eliot
Our dead are never dead to us, until we have forgotten them. – George Eliot
We long for an affection altogether ignorant of our faults. Heaven has accorded this to us in the uncritical canine attachment. – George Eliot
Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. – George Eliot
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution. – George Eliot