Quote by George Eliot
Life is too precious to be spent in this weaving and unweaving of

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

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One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymens miseries is to go and look at their pleasures. – George Eliot

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In a mans letters you know, Madam, his soul lies naked, his letters are only the mirror of his breast, whatever passes within him is shown undisguised in its natural process. Nothing is inverted, nothing distorted, you see systems in their elements, you discover actions in their motives. – Samuel Johnson

A short letter to a distant friend is, in my opinion, an insult like that of a slight bow or cursory salutation — a proof of unwillingness to do much, even where there is a necessity of doing something. – Samuel Johnson

A womans best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying. – Lawrence Durrell

Letters to absence can a voice impart,
And lend a tongue when distance gags the heart. – Horace Walpole

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