... the business of life shuts us up within the environs of London and within sight of human advancement, which I should be so very glad to believe in without seeing.
George EliotWhat moments of despair that life would ever be made precious to me by the consciousness that I lived to some good purpose! It was that sort of despair that sucked away the sap of half the hours which might have been filled by energetic youthful activity: and the same demon tries to get hold of me again whenever an old work is dismissed and a new one is being meditated.
George Eliot