His honest, patronizing pride in the good-will and respect of everybody about him was a safeguard even against foolish romance, still more against a lower kind of folly. – George Eliot
Plainness has its peculiar temptations quite as much as beauty. – 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
Is it not rather what we expect in men, that they should have numerous strands of experience lying side by side and never compare them with each other? – George Eliot