A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. – 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
A difference of taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. – 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
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress. – George Eliot
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another. – George Eliot