When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. – George Eliot
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
Animals are such agreeable friends — they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms. – George Eliot
We hand folks over to Gods mercy, and show none ourselves. – George Eliot
There are some cases in which the sense of injury breeds — not the will to inflict injuries and climb over them as a ladder, but — a hatred of all injury. – George Eliot