Our impartiality is kept for abstract merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw. – George Eliot
There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms. – George Eliot
Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of false impressions, and it is better to live quietly under some degree of misrepresentation than to attempt to remove it by the uncertain process of letter-writing. – George Eliot
There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism. – George Eliot