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.
Quote by George Eliot
George Eliot Quotes
Animals are such agreeable friends - they ask no questions; they pass no criticisms.
If Darwin's theory should be true, it will not degrade man; it will simply raise...
Genius at first is little more than a great capacity for receiving discipline.
For what is love itself, for the one we love best? - an enfolding of...
Cruelty, like every other vice, requires no motive outside of itself; it only requires opportunity
Our deeds still travel with us from afar, and what we have been makes us...
We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have...
Hostesses who entertain much must make up their parties as ministers make up their cabinets,...
Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn't do to be...
Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow
Play not with paradoxes. That caustic which you handle in order to scorch others may...
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty
The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to...
The best augury of a man's success in his profession is that he thinks it...
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing...
An ass may bray a good while before he shakes the stars down.
Kisses honeyed by oblivion.
I desire no future that will break the ties with the past.
No great deed is done by falterers who ask for certainty.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.