Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause. – George Eliot
Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot
In the vain laughter of folly wisdom hears half its applause. – George Eliot
Keep true, never be ashamed of doing right; decide on what you think is right and stick to it. – George Eliot
And when a womans will is as strong as the mans who wants to govern her, half her strength must be concealment. – George Eliot