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
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. – 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
Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. – George Eliot
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. – George Eliot
Vanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return. – George Eliot