Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
Rome – the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar. – George Eliot
Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. – 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