No anguish I have had to bear on your account has been too heavy a price to pay for the new life into which I have entered in loving you.
George EliotRome - the city of visible history, where the past of a whole hemisphere seems moving in funeral procession with strange ancestral images and trophies gathered from afar.
George EliotMelodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
George EliotHe was one of those men, and they are not the commonest, of whom we can know the best only by following them away from the marketplace, the platform, and the pulpit, entering with them into their own homes, hearing the voice with which they speak to the young and aged about their own hearthstone, and witnessing their thoughtful care for the everyday wants of everyday companions, who take all their kindness as a matter of course, and not as a subject for panegyric.
George Eliot