If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence.
George EliotWe are all of us imaginative in some form or other, for images are the brood of desire.
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