No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty. – 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
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty. – 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
No soul is desolate as long as there is a human being for whom it can feel trust and reverence. – George Eliot
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know. – George Eliot