Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters. – George Eliot

Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
No story is the same to us after a lapse of time or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters. – 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