Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
Tag: George Eliot
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It is never too late to become what we might have been.
When one is grateful for something too good for common thanks, writing is less unsatisfactory than speech-one does not, at least, hear how inadequate the words are.
One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.
The reward of one duty is the power to fulfill another.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
The scornful nostril and the high head gather not the odors that lie on the track of truth.
The strongest principle of growth lies in human choice.