Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

So to live is heaven; to make undying music in the world.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

And Dorothea..she had no dreams of being praised above other women. Feeling that there was always something better which she might have done if she had only been better and known better, her full nature spent itself in deeds which left no great name on the earth, but the effect of her being on those around her was incalculable. For the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts and on all those Dorotheas who life faithfully their hidden lives and rest in unvisited tombs. Middlemarch

The finest language is mostly made up of simple unimposing words.

Jealousy is never satisfied with anything short of an omniscience that would detect the subtlest fold of the heart.

Anger seek it prey,-- Something to tear with sharp-edged tooth and claw, Like not to go off hungry, leaving Love To feast on milk and honeycomb at will.