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
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men. – 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
The important work of moving the world forward does not wait to be done by perfect men. – George Eliot
The intense happiness of our union is derived in a high degree from the perfect freedom with which we each follow and declare our own impressions. – George Eliot
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. – George Eliot