Sane people did what their neighbors did, so that if any lunatics were at large, one might know and avoid them.
George EliotIn bed our yesterdays are too oppressive: if a man can only get up, though it be but to whistle or to smoke, he has a present which offers some resistance to the pastโsensations which assert themselves against tyrannous memories.
George EliotDeath is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet.
George Eliot