Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to the voices within, as the first traceable beginning of our love.
George EliotAlas! the scientific conscience had got into the debasing company of money obligation and selfish respects.
George EliotCan any man or woman choose duties? No more than they can choose their birthplace or their father and mother.
George Eliot