We could never have loved the earth so well if we had no childhood in it if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass . . .
George EliotThe greatest benefit we owe to the artist, whether painter, poet, or novelist, is the extension of our sympathies.
George EliotExcellence encourages one about life generally; it shows the spiritual wealth of the world.
George Eliot