When God makes His presence felt through us, we are like the burning bush: Moses never took any heed what sort of bush it wasโhe only saw the brightness of the Lord.
George EliotWhatever may be the success of my stories, I shall be resolute in preserving my incognito, having observed that a nom de plume secures all the advantages without the disagreeables of reputation.
George EliotHow should all the apparatus of heaven and earth make poetry for a mind that had no movements of awe and tenderness, no sense of fellowship which thrills from the near to the distant, and back again from the distant to the near?
George Eliot