Maxioms by George Eliot
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them.
There are many victories worse than a defeat.rn
There are many victories worse than a defeat.rn
People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.
People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.
