When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity. – George Eliot
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us what we are. – George Eliot
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution. – George Eliot
To have in general but little feeling, seems to be the only security against feeling too much on any particular occasion. – George Eliot