I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
George EliotO may I join the choir invisible of those immortal dead who live again in minds made better by their presence; live in pulses stirred to generosity, in deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn for miserable aims that end with self, in thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, and with their mild persistence urge men's search to vaster issues.
George Eliot