In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness. – George Eliot
Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness. – George Eliot
Death is the king of this world: Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet. – George Eliot
When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion. – George Eliot
It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees. – George Eliot