Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion. – George Eliot
Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion. – George Eliot
Blessed is the influence of one true, loving human soul on another. – George Eliot
Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths? – George Eliot