I wish always to be quoted as George Eliot.

There is no hour that has not its births of gladness and despair, no morning brightness that does not bring new sickness to desolation as well as new forces to genius and love. There are so many of us, and our lots are so different, what wonder that Nature's mood is often in harsh contrast with the great crisis of our lives?

Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.

The beauty of a lovely woman is like music.

The desire to conquer is itself a sort of subjection.

Nature repairs her ravages, but not all. The uptorn trees are not rooted again; the parted hills are left scarred; if there is a new growth, the trees are not the same as the old, and the hills underneath their green vesture bear the marks of the past rending. To the eyes that have dwelt on the past, there is no thorough repair.

... we all know the wag's definition of a philanthropist: a man whose charity increases directly as the square of the distance.