Melodies die out, like the pipe of Pan, with the ears that love them and listen for them.
George EliotWhen we are young we think our troubles a mighty business - that the world is spread out expressly as a stage for the particular drama of our lives and that we have a right to rant and foam at the mouth if we are crossed. I have done enough of that in my time.
George EliotEvery year strips us of at least one vain expectation, and teaches us to reckon some solid good in its stead.
George Eliot