Maxioms by George Eliot
What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult to each other.
What do we live for if it is not to make life less difficult to each other.
Hear Everything and judge for yourself
Hear Everything and judge for yourself
There are some cases. . . in which the sense of injury breeds --not the will to inflict injuries and read more
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.
But the mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human read more
But the mother's yearning, that completest type of the life in another life which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished child even in the debased, degraded man.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
He was like a cock who thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
