Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
It is in these acts called trivialities that the seeds of joy are forever wasted, until men and women look round with haggard faces at the devastation their own waste has made, and say, the earth bears no harvest of sweetness — calling their denial knowledge. – George Eliot
What greater thing is there for human souls than to feel that they are joined for life — to be with each other in silent unspeakable memories. – George Eliot
Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love. – George Eliot
I am black: I am the incarnation of a complete fusion with the world, an intuitive understanding of the earth, an abandonment of my ego in the heart of the cosmos, and no white man, no matter how intelligent he may be, can ever understand Louis Armstrong and the music of the Congo. – Frantz Fanon