Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity. – George Eliot
Kisses honeyed by oblivion. – George Eliot
When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity. – George Eliot
Iteration, like friction, is likely to generate heat instead of progress. – George Eliot