The men are mostly so slow, their thoughts overrun 'em, an' they can only catch 'em by the tail. I can count a stocking-top while a man's getting's tongue ready; an' when he outs wi' his speech at last, there's little broth to be made on't. It's your dead chicks take the longest hatchin'.
George EliotThe first condition of human goodness is something to love; the second, something to reverence.
George EliotThere is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms.
George Eliot