Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. – George Eliot
Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
Different taste in jokes is a great strain on the affections. – George Eliot
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot