Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
George EliotGod, immortality, duty - how inconceivable the first, how unbelievable the second, how peremptory and absolute the third.
George EliotCollege mostly makes people like bladders-just good for nothing but t'hold the stuff as is poured into 'em.
George Eliot