Our dead are never dead to us until we have forgotten them: they can be injured by us, they can be wounded; they know all our penitence, all our aching sense that their place is empty, all the kisses we bestow on the smallest relic of their presence.
George EliotWhat people do who go into politics I can't think; it drives me almost mad to see mismanagement over only a few hundred acres.
George EliotIt is necessary to me, not simply to be but to utter, and I require utterance of my friends.
George Eliot