You know nothing about Hope, that immortal, delicious maiden forever courted forever propitious, whom fools have called deceitful, as if it were Hope that carried the cup of disappointment, whereas it is her deadly enemy, Certainty, whom she only es
George EliotIf a man goes a little too far along a new road, it is usually himself that he harms more than any one else.
George EliotWell, well, my boy, if good luck knocks at your door, don't you put your head out at window and tell it to be gone about its business, that's all.
George Eliot