Harold, like the rest of us, had many impressions which saved him the trouble of distinct ideas.
George EliotOne couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.
George EliotWhat moments of despair that life would ever be made precious to me by the consciousness that I lived to some good purpose! It was that sort of despair that sucked away the sap of half the hours which might have been filled by energetic youthful activity: and the same demon tries to get hold of me again whenever an old work is dismissed and a new one is being meditated.
George Eliot