When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
All the learnin my father paid for was a bit o birch at one end and an alphabet at the other. – George Eliot

When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
All the learnin my father paid for was a bit o birch at one end and an alphabet at the other. – George Eliot
We must not inquire too curiously into motives… They are apt to become feeble in the utterance: the aroma is mixed with the grosser air. We must keep the germinating grain away from the light. – George Eliot