For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.
George EliotWhen God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it wasโhe only saw the brightness of the Lord.
George EliotGiven, a man with moderate intellect, a moral standard not higher than the average, some rhetorical affluence and a great glibness of speech, what is the career in which, without the aid of birth or money, he may most easily attain power and reputation in English society? Where is that Goshen of mediocrity in which a smattering of science and learning will pass for profound instruction, where platitudes will be accepted as wisdom, bigoted narrowness as holy zeal, unctuous egoism as God-given piety?
George Eliot