How lovely the little river is, with its dark changing wavelets! It seems to me like a living companion while I wander along the bank, and listen to its low, placid voice.
George EliotVanity is as ill at ease under indifference as tenderness is under a love which it cannot return.
George EliotOur selfishness is so robust and many-clutching that, well encouraged, it easily devours all sustenance away from our poor little scruples.
George Eliot