Maxioms by George Eliot
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.
Opposition may become sweet to a man when he has christened it persecution.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
Blows are sarcasms turned stupid.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
But what we call our despair is often only the painful eagerness of unfed hope.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
When death, the great reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
